Do not ask the definition of a friend. He/She is that one without whose company death and dying set in earlier and living is made more pleasurable.

I have never known a cat that couldn't quiet me down just by walking slowly past my chair.

It happens just because we need to want and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and listen to the warm.

People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.

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.

Once I thought ideas were exceptions not the rule. That is not so. Ideas are so plentiful that they ride on air. You have only to reach out and snatch one.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.