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.

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.

There is no other way to find ourselves but in each others faces.

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

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

I've come to terms with it, it knows I know.