life is too short to despise people who simply can't help what they've done.

...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...

All you know is what you think you know, but that isn't always what's real.

The truth is that no one is truthful these days!

All of us evolve everyday! The more we introspect and try to gather ourselves, the more rapid will be the pace of our evolution. The only thing to keep in mind is to be true to yourself.

I say to life, "You are very hard", and I also say: "We are blind, we prefer to be blind. It is easier...". Life has to be hard to have any affect on us; even now we hardly notice it. Beyond that can one go? I must. I add, "We are also blind to the miracles of good that come to us. We hardly heed them, we even protest against them". Then I am left where I was, appalled by the hardness of life, knowing we are forced to be unwilling heroes. Suddenly I wonder--is all hardness justified because we are so slow in realizing that life was meant to be heroic? Greatness is required of us. That is life's aim and justification, and we poor fools have for centuries been trying to make it convenient, manageable, pliant to our will. It is also peaceful and tender and funny and dull. Yes, all that.