Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right.

Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!

Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

Keep all ur troubles in ur own pocket. But, make sure that the pocket has a hole!

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.