Poetry is talking on tiptoe.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

A witty woman is a treasure; a witty beauty is a power.

There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.

Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.

Caricature is rough truth.

Lowly, with a broken neck, The crocus lays her cheek to mire.

Lovely are the curves of the white owl sweeping Wavy in the dusk lit by one large star. Lone on the fir-branch, his rattle-note unvaried, Brooding o'er the gloom, spins the brown eve-jar.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Perfect simplicity is unconsciously audacious.

Whole life is a search for beauty. But, when the beauty is found inside, the search ends and a beautiful journey begins.

I always knew I'd go to space.

Happiness isn't something you experience it's something you remember.

Someone's got to be interested in how I feel, just because I'm here and I'm real.

An older friend once told me, "Life didn't ask for your opinion," which I liked.

Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.

It is a thing which every sensible American should learn from every sensible Englishman, that glare and glitter, gimcracks and gewgaws, are not indispensable to domestic solacement.

You might be a redneck if you had to remove a toothpick for wedding pictures.

I was never blinded by the American dream. I have my own dreams. You know what I'm saying? The Joey dream.

There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.