I had a lovers quarrel with the world. >>
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and >>
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down. >>
We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for >>
People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges. >>
We're all in this alone. >>
One aged man -- one man -- can't fill a house.