Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.

Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence- neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish- it is an imponderably valuable gift.

Poetry is music written for the human voice.

Anger is meant to be acted on. It is not meant to be acted out. Anger points the direction. We are meant to use anger as fuel to take the actions we need to mo…

A boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk The first song of his happiness, and the song woke His heart to the darkness and into the sadness of joy.

My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.