Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

Meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

You making haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.

It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.

Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

Happy people die whole, they are all dissolved in a moment, they have had what they wanted.

War is more than battles, and battles are more than violence.

Be so bright that no one can hide the greatness of your light.

Sometimes things have to go wrong in order to go right.

Identity and self-belief: a courage that swells from within, borne of waters drunk deeply.

The past is just data. I only see the future.

Step into the light. Unseen forces are cheering you on.

Sometimes I think and other times I am.

The proud man is forsaken of God.

The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.