Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Contagiousness is an unexpected property of all kinds of things.

Here have I come to die, ' he said, 'and where else could I ask to die but in your arms?

He who wants to do everything will never do anything.

As a woman to be competitive is to be passive.

I'm just trying to approach what I make with as much respect and research as I can, and just make it with a good heart.

Doing things for others always pays dividends.

If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

With the Internet there is even more fractioning since we are in echo chambers. With so much propaganda it is hard to calm down enough to listen.

There's no way I could pay you back but my plan is to show you that I understand, you are appreciated