I would love to be the poet laureate of Coney Island.
Those who are silent, self-effacing and attentive become the recipients of confidences.
Heaven's my destination.
Some say that we shall never know, and that to the gods we are like the flies that the boys kill on a summer's day, and some say, to the contrary, that the very sparrows do not lose a feather that has not been brushed away by the finger of God.
Choose the least important day in your life. It will be important enough.
Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it -- every, every minute?