The day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes one feel as you might when a drowning man holds unto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you w…