“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.

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.

Good fences make good neighbors.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

The best way out is always through.

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.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

Poetry isn’t about beautifying the words; Its about stripping off its thick cover and appreciating the rawness.