A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On termsLike these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

The exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.

After the leaves have fallen, we returnTo a plain sense of things. It is as ifWe had come to an end of the imagination, Inanimate in an inert savoir.

From oriole to crow, note the declineIn music. Crow is realist. But, then, Oriole, also, may be realist.

We say God and the imagination are one . . .How high that highest candle lights the dark.

Poetry is a finikin thing of airThat lives uncertainly and not for longYet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with its many chords. The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.

Emotions are powerful, but they also change as quick as the wind. That's why the Lord says to renew your mind. Don't base decisions on what you feel.

There was hardly an eminent writer in Paris who was unacquainted with the inside of the Conciergerie or the Bastille.

Each time, at the end of the day, we know it well: If we do not have love we would be nothing.

Cruel words erode the self-esteem like the ocean eats away the shore.

When the Jews leave Russia, Communism will collapse there. World Jewry is today relocating to America. Thus the real threat of Communism in America has just begun.

Everything that happens, happens of necessity.

My teeth are all my own. I've just finished paying for them.

Romans gave Luther his theology, but it was the Psalms that gave him his thunder.