Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

As long as she thinks of a man, nobody objects to a woman thinking.

Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy.

Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world's view of us.

By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman.

A real miracle's a reminder and a warning that the line that separates the possible from the impossible isn't as firm as we like to think it is.

[When I happen to] read interviews where people are such pros and they come out looking so good, [it comes off as] a little smug or something.

And at dawn, the drums still beat on the sleepless plain like an unstoppable heart.

Purify the mind through selfless service.

Vegetarianism should not be anything moral or religious. It is a question of aesthetics: one's sensitivity, one's respect, one's reverence for life.

I don't think it's tough to get there mentally. Your mind is saying, 'You know how to do this.' But your body doesn't always respond.

I don't think anyone has done a [tablet] product that I see customers wanting.

This person they make me out to be irritates the hell out of me as well.

A second-class is a first-class mistake.