I didn't think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn't understand
Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own
My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those that are sad
The saddest failures in life are those that come from not putting forth the power and will to succeed
Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad
For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these 'It might have been
People love the beads. Everyone really loves to catch them
The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love
Call no man foe but never love a stranger
People happy in love have an air of intensity
