“Stop them damn pictures! I don’t care what the papers write about me. My constituents can’t read. But, damn it, they can see the pictures!”

Poetry is the voice of the soul and the inspiration of the heart.

But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.

Just because you haven’t seen how wonderful, beautiful, and special she is, doesn’t mean no one else will.

A memory is a star or a stain.

Love her, but don’t forget to leave her wild.

Do your own thing and live your way of happiness.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

More often than I am not, all I need is the rise of my own lungs – I am already complete.