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.

When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

I learned you can't trust the judgment of good friends.

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.