Ever since then I have known that if all the values in this world are more or less questionable, the most important thing in life is kindness.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

Why is it that right-wing bastards always stand shoulder to shoulder in solidarity, while liberals fall out among themselves?

A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else can only be a footnote.

Those who are used to a cage will weep for a cage.

Unfortunately justice is the train that's nearly always late.