The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.
Let parents bequeath to their children not riches but the spirit of reverence.
I never did anything worth doing by accident nor did any of my inventions...
Cunning... is but the low mimic of wisdom.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
I remember when my father passed away, we drove the funeral procession...
My parents were really nice to me.
I'm not a role model. I say parents should parent...
