Public toilets have a duty to be accessible, poetry does not.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We’re difficult to ourselves, we’re difficult to each other.

Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

Thus I grind to conclusion.

As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

Platonic England, house of solitudes, rests in its laurels and its injured stone

Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.

Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.

Who now would thrust enquiry on / Beyond necessity of desire?

Life is all about discovery

The action generated the possibility of a future different from the past. Bitter division was healed by way of bold, confident leadership.

The cost of ignorance is high and it can erode life, vision and wealth to the barren grounds of poverty and perplexity.

A mother is a person who if she is not there when you get home from school you wouldn't know how to get your dinner and you wouldn't feel like eating it anyway.

In terms of fashion, I love adding a fun scarf to whatever I'm wearing - it's a great way to dress up a plain outfit!

Eugenic goals are most likely to be attained under another name than eugenics.

I don't think radio is selling records like they used to. They'd hawk the song and hawk the artist and you'd get so excited, you'd stop your car and go into the nearest record store.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

God is predictably unpredictable.

I do like to make films with a political theme, but sometimes it's nice simply to make people laugh. That's the hardest thing to do in fact.