The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo. I hear a thousand nightingales. ….
The great appear great to us..
I love to sing, so I just figured that I was going to sing or something..
...the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child..
Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety..
It is by doing anything that we become anyone.
I hate waking up every morning to my alarm. I always bang my head on the steering wheel..
I really struggle to get up in the morning, but I also get my best ideas really late at night, when I'm trying to sleep..
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak o….
Strange and mysterious name to give to the spirit of Darkness! Lucifer, the Son of the Morning! Is it he who bears the Light, and with its splendors ….
I've never killed anybody... but I've definitely thought about it..
Love emerges at the point of a lacking word, and one offers one's being to fill the lack..
My idea of no makeup on actors is really no makeup. I mean, they can be wearing makeup. I don't care what they're wearing as long as it looks like th….
Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide, I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide..
In the papers this morning: 'Police closing in on Ian Holloway.' Sorry, it's 'Palace closing in on Ian Holloway.'.
Those who are not good to others are bad to themselves..
I have physical problems with listening to reggae. It's weird, I don't know why. It doesn't fit the way my heart pounds, and I feel very bad when I h….
Yet when the blood of the sons of immigrants and the grandsons of slaves fell on foreign fields, it was American blood. In it you could not read the ….
Every intentional act is a magical act..
For to a folysshe demaunde behoueth a folysshe ansuere..
A text is evolutionary by its very nature..