Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

there is no action kind enough to express heartbreak. I am left shut, the quietest of blossoms.

The best of the best understand that people do business with people they like. People do business with people they trust, and people do business with those who make them feel special.

I am not an adolescent, nor a romantic. I analyze objectively.

I wish I could end every rap song I didn't like with a buzzer.

Now we know that women can do what men can do..., but we don't know that men can do what women can do.

Art need no longer be an account of past sensations. It can become the direct organization of more highly evolved sensations. It is a question of producing ourselves, not things that enslave us.

What shall I give my children? who are poor, / Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land...

In yoga, you never chase an experience - you only prepare for it.

And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.

The tap'ring pyramid, the Egyptian's pride, And wonder of the world, whose spiky top Has wounded the thick cloud.