To understand others you should get behind their eyes and walk down their spines.

It's nice sometimes to open up the heart a little and let some hurt come in. It proves you're still alive.

No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of life our compass is the sureness of ourselves. Time may make us rugged, ragged round the edges, but know and understand that love is still the safest place to land.

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

Cats have it all - admiration, an endless sleep, and company only when they want it.

I cannot speculate on what our cluttered mind will save- sleepy Sundays, or a nosebleed after love. I know only the dying heart needs the nourishment of memory to live beyond too many winters.

Unless you call attention to your presence who will know you're there? Even a country has to weave and wave a flag as proof of its existence.