No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?

Life is the game that must be played.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.

I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere

The average novel invariably reads like a detective's report. It is drab and tedious because it is never objective.

O, treacherous Death! You can't be forgiven for vanquishing my creator to the dust.

I have a deep respect and love for these tiny humans, and I hope to convey in my images a measure of the beauty that exists in all children.

Inevitably the party trying to resolve a matter had to contend with the party most willing to exploit it.

If you gave wings to a cat, it would not condescend to be a bird. It would be an angel.

The mad is either insane or he is composing verses.

The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.

If you're lucky enough to have a few hundred thousand dollars in the bank account, that should be sufficient for your own personal needs, and anything more than that you've got to put to good use.

Men have solicitude about fame; and the greater share they have of it, the more afraid they are of losing it.

We're often so busy cutting through the undergrowth we don't even realise we're in the wrong jungle.