Strangers are just friends waiting to happen

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.

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

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.

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.

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