Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.

Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: The creative act.

The holiness of the real Is always there, accessible In total immanence. The nodes Of transcendence coagulate In you, the experiencer, And in the other, the lover.

There have always been those who, though they see tragedy as the outcome of freedom, will nevertheless judge that tragedy is not too high a price to pay.

You don't become a saint until you lead a good life whether in Tibet or Italy or America.

The meaning of life can be revealed but never explained.

It takes great labor to uncover the convincing simple speech of the heart. Poetic candor comes with hard labor, so even does impetuosity and impudence.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

You learn nothing if you carry with you a journalistic system of values, which is invented to save reporters from experience.

Poetry has ceased to be a public art and has become, as Whitehead said of religion, "What man does with his aloneness.

Bohemia is a commune in which the Revolution is over and everyone is a member of the aristocracy

Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.

You have to take opportunities and make an opportunity fit for you, rather than the other way around.

As a system of philosophy it is not like the Tower of Babel, so daring its high aim as to seek a shelter against God's anger; but it is like a pyramid poised on its apex.

Father's Day makes me wish I could talk to my Dad just one more time, instead of all the time.

It's like your children talking about holidays, you find they have a quite different memory of it from you. Perhaps everything is not how it is, but how it's remembered.

So lonely I make friends with the ravens that prey on lambs.

The great thing about "Shoot 'Em Up, Baby" is that it's the first song that we went and recorded [with Andy Kim].

There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy.

I want to help people, give hope to all. Humor is the foundation of our lives.

Lawlessness is lawlessness. Anarchy is anarchy is anarchy. Neither race nor color nor frustration is an excuse for either lawlessness or anarchy.