If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

You have no idea what it is like to constantly disappoint people. You see it the moment you meet them. You see in their eyes that they expected something so entirely different, and here they are meeting... you.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.