It’s the person who likes to pat dogs to whom dogs come for pats.

Some criticism, no doubt, is constructive, but too much is a subtle poison.

Let’s not be too harsh where poets are concerned. They have to live in no-man’s-land, halfway between dreams and reality.

(It’s) a fair exchange. You’re giving me attention. That’s a form of affection, you know.

We can fill our lives with ‘stuff, ’ but as we do we’re concurrently filling our lives with the obligation to maintain that ‘stuff.

Sickness awakens sadness sleeps- Moments of aloneness results into peace.

They breathed. They felt their lungs fill the sky, and they let the dark clouds inside them flow out. Then they connected to the earth.

The more bombers, the less room for doves of peace.

Our love lives because I live.

To me dreams are part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive but expresses something as best it can.

I hear all this, you know, 'Well, this is class warfare, this is whatever.' No. There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own - nobody.

Although I had lived a far from perfect life, my heart and soul belonged to God, country, and family long before the Navy got hold of me.

Be a collector of good ideas, but don't trust your memory. The best collecting place for all of the ideas and information that comes your way is your journal.

The dead do not hurt you; only the living do.