Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.

Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.