“Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.”

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.

The only certain freedom’s in departure.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it’s egotism.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces.

It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup.

If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.

Unless you are educated in metaphor, you are not safe to be let loose in the world.

Human beings suffer agonies, and their sad fates become legends; poets write verses about them and playwrights compose dramas, and the remembrance of past grief becomes a source of present pleasure – such is the strange alchemy of the spirit.

And ain’t I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother’s grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain’t I a woman?

I sometimes find it half a sin, to put to words the grief I feel, For words like nature, half reveal, and half conceal the soul within.

God’s finger touched him, and he slept.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.

He is right in front of me and I’m still grieving his loss – abandonment issues.

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.