. . . because it is the very nature of Imperialism to turn humans into beasts.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
How I long to see among dawn flowers, the face of God.
A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
After many, many years, I fell out of love with politics. It's not something I like but it's the truth.
Teamwork does not come naturally. Let's face it. We are born with certain inclinations, but sharing isn't one of them.
I loved when Bush came out and said, 'We are losing the war against drugs. ' You know what that implies? There's a war being fought, and the people on drugs are winning it.
It is what a man does for strangers that counts more than what he does for his family.