The past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, nor just for tomorrow, but in the here and now.
The unknown is like the darkness of a cave—it can be a place of danger or a place of hidden treasures.
The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment.
