Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

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

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.

The gifts that one receives for giving are so immeasurable that it is almost an injustice to accept them.

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.

Poetry is fact given over to imagery.

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