beauty of any kind is in the eye of the beloved and the back of the squeezed.

One for sorrow, two for mirth, three for a funeral, four for birth.”

Man cannot live on bread alone; sometimes, he needs a malt.

Happiness isn't happiness.

Alms for the poor, alms for the poet.

It's the silence which gets us in the end.

I gush so many words for fear that each one may someday be my last. This is a terrible and a wonderful fear.

if you plan to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you’d better first make sure they are some big fucking shoulders.

I burn, she steadies; my wild flame finds home in the shelter of her love.

Breadth of my love expands when I am with them.