Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.
The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
The greatest cunning is to have none at all.
Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.