Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop?

Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.