Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people.

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness, not by each other's misery.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

In this desperate way, I started many a comedy.

My lips never know my problem they just always smile.

More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness.

Why should poetry have to make sense?