A man complained that on his way home to dinner he had every day to pass through that long field of his neighbor's. I advised him to buy it, and it would never seem long again.
We would give anything for what we have.
And I am too knowledgeable now to hurt people imprecisely
When you're a student of poetry, you're lucky if you don't realize how untalented you are until you get a little better. Otherwise, you would just stop.
What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle. What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel. What I thought was an injustice turned out to be a color of the sky.
The most prevalent poetic representation of contemporary experience is the mimesis of disorientation by non sequitor.
No matter how you feel you have to act like you are very popular with yourself; very relaxed and purposeful very unconfused and not like you are walking through the sunshine singing in chains.
True Friends are the bacon bits In the salad bowl of life. How true I read that and straight away, My thoughts turned to you And especially today on your 60th These special wishes I send Have a really wonderful birthday My special "bacon flavored" friend
Oh aye. . . my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'
For fast-acting relief try slowing down.
I feel like I sort of missed the eighties. At the time, we didn’t know we were having fun, which is probably the way it always is.