Old God sure was in a good mood when he made this place.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt. ' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
The world is a mirror and reflects back your expectations. What you get is what you see.
Are you so afraid that you are willing to trade your freedom for security?
The vigorous are no better than the lazy during one half of life, for all men are alike when asleep.
Many, many people have done a lot more sexual experimentation than I have.