Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.
Today I bent the truth to be kind and I have no regret for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.
I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar but I cherish the...
The truth was much more beautiful.
Don't call the world dirty because you forgot to clean your glasses.
If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.
