Poetry which owes no man anything, owes nevertheless one debt - an image of the world in which men can again believe.

Beauty is that Medusa's head which men go armed to seek and sever, and dead will starve and sting forever.

Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing.

A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man.

There is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and that is not learning from experience.

Once you permit those who are convinced of their own superior rightness to censor and silence and suppress those who hold contrary opinions, just at that moment the citadel has been surrendered.

The only thing about a man that is a man . . . is his mind. Everything else you can find in a pig or a horse.

The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.

As things are now going the peace we make, what peace we seem to be making, will be a peace of oil, a peace of gold, a peace of shipping, a peace in brief.without moral purpose or human interest.

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

A poem should not mean but be.

Life is meaning less when you realized that you are about to die. Till then, everything negative however trifle they may be, depress you.

Create space in your life for people who deserve it.

In my eyes, there's no one better than Stevie Wonder. He's a top dude.

Treat each player as your own son/daughter if you can...the parents have invested in you.

A painting is life and a painting is death . . . the picture is our own legacy left by tomorrow's dead for tomorrow's living.

You do become more aware of your mortality as you get older. When you're little, you jump on any wild horse. Then you get a little bit older and realize how fragile life is, and you're more careful.

Nothing ever truly dies. The universe wastes nothing, everything is simply transformed.

Without tenderness, a man is uninteresting.

The Wheel of Time and the wheel of a man's life turn alike without pity or mercy.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.