Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.