“Where thou art, that is home.”

Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.

Wonder is not precisely knowing.

The sailor cannot see the north / but knows the needle can.

The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.

Opinion is a fitting thing but truth outlasts the sun – if then we cannot own them both, possess the oldest one.

I dwell in possibility.

They might not need me; but they might. I’ll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.

Hold dear to your parents for it is a scary and confusing world without them.

Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there’s a word to lift your hat to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that’s the genius behind poetry.

Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.

My ideas come when I least expect it, so I’ve always got to have a studio nearby or close by somewhere.

I love jotting down ideas for my blog, so I doodle or take notes on all kinds of stuff that inspires me: the people I meet, boutiques I visit, a florist that just gave me a great idea for an interior-design project, things like that.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

We live in a world that is like art painted by the light in so many colors.

However much you are read in theory, if thou hast no practice thou art ignorant.

I’m gonna write from personal experience, from emotion, from whatever the hell I’m feeling that day.

Indulging in the pleasures of creation.