People ask me why I connected. It was presumptuous of me to say, but I'm Everyman. The difference is I put my thoughts into words.

There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

Extending your hand is extending yourself.

Be gentle with me, new love. Treat me tenderly. I need the gentle touch, the soft voice, the candlelight after nine. There's been so many who didn't understand so give me all the love I see in your timid eyes but give it gently Please.

Watch the indolent butterfly playing on the tall flower in the yard and think about the sun going down. It always does you know.

A poet can't afford to be aloof. The tools of his trade are the people he bumps up against.

and if the world breaks down, I'll be around.