This constant basso on the horizon is it the waterfall or the cannon ("Poem")
We hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age.
I'm going to Hell in a basket Weaved in from my sins Like wicker With little Wiccan ties As if I'm a witch Accused
With the lightness of being above the clouds gently wrapped in wings of love.
Among many people with you; but I only can see you.
Love is a pure force without claim to power.
On the edge of timelessness, hand in hand with you, a sea of flowers caressed.
Cela s'est passé. Je sais aujourd'hui saluer la beauté.
One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress truth.
To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand years Will Hardly leach,” he thought, “this dust of that fire.
Old age is not just for grown up's
Always stay one step a head, unless you’re already there
The more you give the less your poor
I used to be a know it all, then I learnt something else
You can label jam, you can't label man
When your diary is full and your life is empty, get a date
Hate is bait for the devil, love is the gate to god
Think before you speak, unless it's urgent
The important thing to remember is not to forget
Only God can mend a broken heart.
