To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes?

the mighty main sea is the begetter of clouds and winds and rivers.

Happiness is a choice. Peace is a state of mind. Both are free!

We sat talking on a rock. The air was filled with the tang of sea-weed and of something else that could only have been the ocean smell. I felt so happy that I wasn't even afraid it wouldn't last.

She’d die before she let that demon touch her again. But maybe that was his plan all along.

The extraction of oil, coal and minerals brought, and still brings, a cost to the environment.

People have given me classified information, but always with the disclaimer 'This can never end up in a book.' And it never does.

For me, the poetry in a work is that which makes visible the invisible.

I barely can go shopping for clothes. I find it difficult to walk into stores. The whole thing bores me so much.

Sometimes you wish you never met certain people, then you grow and realize that they were a gift in disguise and contributed to making you the person you are.

Marrying a divorced man is ecologically responsible; in a world where there are more women than men, it pays to recycle.

If modesty and candor are necessary to an author in his judgment of his own works, no less are they in his reader.