Life goes before we know what it is. / One fool is enough in any house. / Even God gets tired of too much hallelujah. / Take it easy and live long as….

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets..

Lay me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a steel spike..

To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass..

Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics t….

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on..

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language..

Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways ….

Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths..

To be a good loser is to learn how to win..

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool..

God, let me remember all good losers..

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits..

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in..

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it ….

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty s….

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer..

I could safely declare, I am an idealist... I believe in everything - I am only looking for proofs..

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'.

I been a wanderin' Early and late, New York City To the Golden Gate An' it looks like I'm never gonna cease my Wanderin'..

Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law..