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?