When You Turn The Corner And You

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.

Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold On.

I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.

Humor Is Laughing At What You Haven't Got When You Ought To Have It ... What You Wish In Your Secret Heart Were Not Funny, But It Is, And You Must Laugh. Humor Is Your Own Unconscious Therapy. Like A Welcome Summer Rain, Humor May Suddenly Cleanse And Cool The Earth, The Air, And You.