"Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will ..." — Carl Sandburg

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.