When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.