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This garden has a soul, I know its moods.
Write me as one who loves his fellow men.
The past is perpetual youth to the heart.
The rose is born evil ... but it is pink.
Doubt the man who swears to his devotion.
I have no concern with widening audience.
Character demonstrates itself in trifles.
A woman's heart always has a burned mark.
A show of daring oft conceals great fear.
Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
When the devil grows old he turns hermit.
Nature made him, and then broke the mold.
We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.
Palestinian people are in love with life.
This above all, to refuse to be a victim.
My good intentions are completely lethal.
I thank you, God, in Heaven, for friends.
Every child's birthright is a happy home.
The real writer is one who really writes.
Writing is an undertaking for the modest.
You have to endure what you can't change.
Walk long enough and we all trade places.
We are broken open, or we willfully shed.
Each moment is a place you've never been.
A classic is a book that remains in print
Work divided is in that manner shortened.
He who weighs his burdens, can bear them.
Givers of great dinners know few enemies.
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
A man who lives everywhere lives nowhere.
The face that cannot smile is never fair.
Life is not living, but living in health.
I have not hated the man, but his faults.
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
The words secret and sacred are siblings.
Year's end still in straw hat and sandals
Teaching is a great way to keep learning.
They talk most who have the least to say.
In the country of pain we are each alone.
Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.
Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
life is always bringing unexpected gifts.
I hardly ever look at my published books.
So many of my memories revolve around TV.
Some excel in rhyme who reason foolishly.
Sometimes a fool makes a good suggestion.
I just didn't want to shoot other people.
But all ladies think they weigh too much.
Remorse is violent dyspepsia of the mind.
In the world of mules there are no rules.