On July 26 1916 I announced to all my friends in America that from now on I resolved to write no more poems in the classical language and to begin my experiments in writing poetry in the so-called vulgar tongue of the people.
To live without Hope is to Cease to live.
Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up....
A real gentleman even if he loses everything he owns must show no emotion....
Deprived of meaningful work men and women lose their reason for existence...
I just hope that as I get older, I calm down and enjoy the moment, enjoy...
Hold fast to dreams,For if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged...
My main hope for myself is to be where I am....
My main hope for myself is to be where I am.