Most of us are imprisoned by something. We're living in darkness until something flips on the switch.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
To say that 'I will not be free till all humans (or all sentient creatures) are free' is simply to cave in to a kind of nirvana-stupor, to abdicate our humanity, to define ourselves as losers.
It's going to be Perry, it's going to be Romney. . . It's sort of a battle for the soul of the Republican Party - and they have no soul, but the space where a soul would be.
Wearing green underwear today, I feel like a frog.
I think of painting without subject matter as music without words.