Poetry is a special use of language that opens onto the real. The business of the poet is truth telling which is why in the Celtic tradition no one could be a teacher unless he or she was a poet.
Happiness seems made to be shared.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Master of the universe but not of myself I am the only rebel against my...
Those allies who failed to join us will regret it. They're making a...
One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not...
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only...
