Any reflection about poetry should begin, or end, with this question: who and how many read poetry books?

The Mexican...is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.

Beyond myself, somewhere, I wait for my arrival.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone.

To love is to battle, to open doors, to cease to be a ghost with a number forever in chains, forever condemned by a faceless master; the world changes if two look at each other and see.

Deserve your dream.

A flower without a stem, is beauty waiting to die. A heart without love, is a tear waiting to cry.

Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.

A civilization that denies death ends by denying life.

Every moment is nothing without end.

Whatever is not stone is light

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

Love doesn't always curl your toes sometimes it takes a bite right out of your soul.

Books are no more threatened by Kindle than stairs by elevators.

Live in the present, but live for the future.

A medical profession founded on callousness to the pain of the other animals may eventually destroy its own sensibility to the pain of humans.

May we now all rise and sing the eternal school hymn: "Attack. Attack. Attack Attack Attack!"

No one has a corner on depression, but housewives are working on it.

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.

Never borrow sorrow from tomorrow.

Since an attitude is often expressed by our body language and by the looks on our faces, it can be contagious.