No Two Men See The World Exactly

If You Want To Understand Poetry, You Have To Go To Its Origin, If You Want To Understand The Poet, You Have To Go To The Poet's Home.

I Wait For The Morning Of My Tears

The World Remains Ever The Same.

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day. You Cannot Relive Yesterday. Tomorrow Is Still Beyond Your Reach.

I Have Observed That As Long As One Lives And Bestirs Himself, He Can Always Find Food And Raiment, Though It May Not Be Of The Choicest Description.