I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

There will be time to murder and create.