Poets play with words to keep themselves sane

If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up, would you spend that hour saying that an hour ain't enough?

I'm lonely, but everyone is lonely So at least I know I'm not alone.

Everyone's the same. All brains are contained by their reality frame and chained to the terrain that they're trained not to change and once you see what I've explained you've hit the jackpot.

Time taught me how to see every second as heaven, even though they're perfectly disguised as hell.

It's so fun to be in love... or so I've heard, The meaning has no feeling even though I understand the word...

I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright

I'm here for you in the same way that you're here for me, each person is an intricate piece of infinity.

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine, and love is just a chemical by any other name

We're all born into this river without knowing how to swim, And eventually we learn how to keep this water under our chins

A pessimist is just an optimist with experience.

Present joys are more to flesh and blood Than the dull prospect of a distant good.

Tracy Morgan apologizes for his homophobic rant, still no apologies for the sketch about the guy living under the street.

It's gratifying that it does; I love to give readings.

Any work you do, do it the best you can and achieve the maximum result.

All things are from God; and above all, reason and imagination and the great gifts of the mind. They are good in themselves; and we must not altogether forget their origin even in their perversion.

Abstaining so as really to enjoy, is the epicurism, the very perfection, of reason.

The soul of one who serves God always swims in joy, always keeps holiday, is always in her palace of jubilation, ever singing with fresh ardor and fresh pleasure a new song of joy and love.

I see movies all the time that manipulate you by playing a high note on the piano or some string instrument, and suddenly you're crying. I'm sick of being told what to think.

When I was happy I thought I knew men, but it was fated that I should know them in misfortune only.