One day, your beauty will manifest in someone’s eye.
If you make friends with yourself, you’ll never be alone.
Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.
The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy—that is every man’s tragedy.
Beauty becomes tinged with sadness when experienced alone.
To the extent that one is responsible for one’s life, one is alone.
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
Suddenly this defeat.This rain.The blues gone grayAnd the browns gone grayAnd yellowA terrible amber.In the cold streetsYour warm body.In whatever roomYour warm body.Among all the peopleYour absenceThe people who are alwaysNot you.I have been easy...