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Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.
Water is the soul of the Earth.
We are all here on earth to help others; what on earth the others are here for I don't know.
We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.
Civilizations should be measured by the degree of diversity attained and the degree of unity retained.
Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss
All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
Few people take an interest in Iceland, but in those few the interest is passionate.
No good opera plot can be sensible, for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, Dance, Dance 'till you drop.
The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.
The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.
My deepest feeling about politicians is that they are dangerous lunatics to be avoided when possible and carefully humored; people, above all, to whom one must never tell the truth.
Young people, who are still uncertain of their identity, often try on a succession of masks in the hope of finding the one which suits them - the one, in fact, which is not a mask.
A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.
Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.
Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.
Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last; Nurses to their graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on.
A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.
There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.
The most important truths are likely to be those which society at that time least wants to hear.
Music is the best means we have of digesting time.
No person can be a great leader unless he takes genuine joy in the successes of those under him.
A professor is someone who talks in someone else's sleep.
You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.
Whatever you do, good or bad, people will always have something negative to say
Swans in the winter air A white perfection have
I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.
In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.
Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.
History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.
Nobody is ever sent to Hell: he or she insists on going there.
Those who will not reason, perish in the act. Those who will not act, perish for that reason.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
Desire, even in its wildest tantrums, can neither persuade me it is love nor stop me from wishing it were.
And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
No human being is innocent, but there is a class of innocent human actions called Games.
Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.
I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
One rational voice is dumb: over a grave The household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved. Sad is Eros, builder of cities, And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.
A person incapable of imaging another world than given to him by his senses would be subhuman, and a person who identifies his imaginary world with the world of sensory fact has become insane.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
You know there are no secrets in America. It's quite different in England, where people think of a secret as a shared relation between two people.
We do not change as we grow up. The difference between the child and the adult is that the former doesn't know who he is and the latter does.
All I have is a voice.
You owe it to all of us all get on with what you're good at.
Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return.
Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.