Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.
Writing a poem is discovering.
Nature is always hinting at us.