But the sea which no one tends is also a garden

I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn please and as I damn please and it'll be good if the authentic spirit of change is on it.

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.

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

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

A new world is only a new mind.