“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

Work is love made visible.