For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty.

Darius was clearly of the opinion That the air is also man's dominion, And that, with paddle or fins or pinion, We soon or late Shall navigate The azure, as now we sail the sea.

With years a richer life begins, the spirit mellow: ripe age gives tones to violins, wine, and good fellows.

Men are polished, through act and speech, Each by each, As pebbles are smoothed on the rolling beach.

The birds can fly, An' why can't I?

Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive, the blessing lies.

A flower more sacred than far-seen success Perfumes my solitary path; I find Sweet compensation in my humbleness, And reap the harvest of a quiet mind.

I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever.

The birds can fly, an' why can't I? Must we give in, says he with a grin, That the bluebird an' phoebe are smarter 'n we be?

The tears of the young who go their way, last a day; But the grief is long of the old who stay.

Our days, our deeds, all we achieve or are, Lay folded in our infancy; the things Of good or ill we choose while yet unborn.

You may not stop getting older, but you can paint your world with the vibrant colors of love to keep feeling younger.

The problem with a lot of people is that they keep trying to make ends meet without knowing the difference between their wants and needs.

We must reach out our hand in friendship and dignity both to those who would befriend us and those who would be our enemy.

Fine! I'll throw on some clothes. Turn around. I'm in my pj's" "I'm a guy. That's like asking a kid not to glance at the candy counter.

Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire poesia "Metamorfosi, I. Luna

When you're facing the threat of recession, you need to have an expansionary monetary and fiscal policy. Pre-Keynesian, Hooverite views are dead everywhere except on 19th Street in Washington.

One's fetishes are fascinating, but not because of their beauty or significance. The same could be said for one's genitals, or one's children.

If something comes at me of course I'm gonna handle my business but I'm not the type to provoke the bullshit so I don't really get a lot of that.

To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.