The entire world of grown-ups is corrupt and stupid.

Never take your position for granted and never let any favors you receive go to your head.

As long as nothing happens anything is possible...

If I love you$$$ what business is it of yours?

We all of us live upon the past$$$ and through the past we are destroyed.

Just begin and the mind grows heated; continue$$$ and the task will be completed!

The truth is that there is no terror untempered by some great moral idea.

Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night.

Thus$$$ as the Buddha said to a lady who offered him a curse$$$ the gift is returned to the giver when it is not accepted.

Poetry is the one place where people can speak their original human mind. It is the outlet for people to say in public what is known in private.