There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.

In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.

I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.

Night is a world lit by itself.

The shadows: some hide, others reveal.

One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone.

I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.

Situated in some nebulous distance I do what I do so that the universal balance of which I am a part may remain a balance.

A door opens to me. I go in and am faced with a hundred closed doors.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

The atmosphere of libraries, lecture rooms and laboratories is dangerous to those who shut themselves up in them too long. It separates us from reality like a fog.

Demands for equality for women are threats to men's self-esteem and sense of sexual turf.

There is always room in our budget for a little experimentation.

I cut my bow from the wood of this tree of evil. Of this tree of good, I want a kiss from your lips.

My joy is as painful as my pain.

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

Anonymous sources are to journalism what silicon enhancements are to the feminine figure; they look impressive to the gullible, but something doesn't feel right.

Moscow was, as some said, the most beautiful mistress a man could ever want, but never cross her: like any good woman, she might just cut off your balls for the hell of it.

I've always been interested in space and the idea of exploration in that area since I was a child growing up through the '60s.