I won't slave for beggar's pay, likewise gold and jewels, but I would slave to learn the way, to sink your ship of fools.

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

But never give your love, my friend, Unto a foolish heart

One man gathers what another man spills

Once in awhile you get shown the light, in the strangest of places if you look it right

Don't waste the breath to save your face, When you have done your best, And even more is asked of you, Let fate decide the rest.

In wickedness of pride is lost the light to understand how little grace is earned and how much given.

The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.

Ain't nobody messin' with you but you

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own

Friendship has splendors that love knows not. It grows stronger when crossed, whereas obstacles kill love. Friendship resists time, which wearies and severs couples. It has heights unknown to love.

I've been quite a late developer on the clothes front, but I've suddenly realised it is one of life's joys.

The closer one gets to the speed of light, the slower time travels. The exact thing is true when completing a book.

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

I don't envisage collectivism. There is no such animal, it is always individualism, sometimes the rest vote and sometimes they do not, and if they do they do and if they do not they do not.

For they both were solitary, She on earth and he is heaven. And he wooed her with caressed, Wooed her with his smile of sunshine -Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Practice ur craft and make it the best it can possibly be-Justin Timberlake

I guess the GOP may be more desperate than I thought to call somebody like me.

I like to move around in the landscape between poetry and prose, between the lyrical and the narrative.

Cheap! But not as cheap as your girlfriend.