Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

It's Nice Sometimes To Open Up The Heart A Little And Let Some Hurt Come In. It Proves You're Still Alive.

Do Not Ask The Definition Of A Friend. He/she Is That One Without Whose Company Death And Dying Set In Earlier And Living Is Made More Pleasurable.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

To Understand Others You Should Get Behind Their Eyes And Walk Down Their Spines.