“There are tones of voices that mean more than words.”

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

Education doesn’t change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.

What is done is done for the love of it – or not really done at all.

Come grow old with me, for the best is yet to come!

You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father s. He’s more particular. The father is always a Republican towards his son, and his mother’s always a Democrat.

College is a refuge from hasty judgment.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t, and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

The middle of the road is where the white line is – and that’s the worst place to drive.

Far more violence has been done in obeying the law than in breaking the law.

Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Writing saved my life when it all became too much. I poured my pain out into poetry I let the paper absorb everything i’d been holding on for years.

Don’t write about me I was never meant to be your poem.

You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.

whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Go ahead break my heart. Although I love your darkness, the sun will eventually dry my tears and paint rainbows in my sky. I will transform this pain into poetry and these wings will carry me away.