But for you to make this move would reveal the two fundamental tenets of true atheism. One: There is no God. Two: I hate Him.

Hard work works harder than luck!

Spring had been the season for dying in the old days. Invalids who had struggled through the dark comfort of winter took fright as the night receded.

‎The party that leans upon the workers but serves the bourgeoisie, in the period of the greatest sharpening of the class struggle, cannot but sense the smells wafted from the waiting grave.

For winter's rains and ruins are over... And in Green under wood and cover Blossum by blossom the spring begins.

Habit is altogether too arbitrary a master for me to submit to.

The only thing happening in San Diego County is Eno and closet homosexuality.

But you'd have a job to find many of my poems which would seem to be very influenced by a particular person.

Like many popular best-sellers, he was a very sad and solemn man who took himself too seriously and his art not seriously enough.

What is Africa, anyway? Even I don't know what Africa is, entirely. But I know that it's not some of these simplified sound bites you hear in America.

I have a bone to pick with Fate