Since truth is often stranger than fiction, fiction needs to be pretty weird.

What was youth at best? A green, an unripe time, a time of shallow moods, and sickly thoughts.

My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Women on the streets want money when we meet. I take them for a little ride, chop, chop, chop.

Prayer is the deliberate and persevering action of the soul. It is true and enduring, and full of grace. Prayer fastens the soul to God and makes it one with God's will.

No woman wants to see herself too clearly.

In the house of poetry nothing endures that is not written with blood to be heard with blood.

We need nature more than nature needs us.

When we appreciate something, that means we have allowed ourselves to relax and take it in.

Our attention to each breath keeps us in the now.