The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

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

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

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.

The greatest accomplishments in life come from the heart.

...the past gives you an identity and the future holds the promise of salvation, of fulfillment in whaterver form. Both are illusions.

I would not leave anything to a man of action as he would be tempted to give up work; on the other hand, I would like to help dreamers as they find it difficult to get on in life.

We cannot control the evil tongues of others; but a good life enables us to disregard them.

I love looking completely different and that my fans won't always know what I'm going to do.

In 1920 [H.G. Wells] described human history as becoming more and more a race between education and catastrophe.

People who are busy and happy don't write diaries; they are too busy living.

This is kind of hard to articulate, but in broad outline, the United States is going to do what the United States has to do.

Pliny the Elder perished in 79 A.D. when he refused to flee from the great eruption of Mt. Vesuvius, insisting that everything would be all right. It wasn't.

Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?