All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.

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.

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

There is no advancement to him who stands trembling because he cannot see the end from the beginning.

Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.

There are a lot of things that are uncomfortable and hard to do, and the longer you put off those things, the harder they get.

Through our thanks, we honor all possibilities and bring the ones we choose into this world.

I'm one helluva communicator.

I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind and rain came. Who knows how many petals had fallen?

I great difficulty having any respect for a religion that has so little confidence in the truth of its beliefs that it feels reduced to using threats in order to propagate those beliefs.

I won’t die like this again. (Zarek) Backbone. How I love it. But not as much as I love sucking the marrow from it. (Thanatos)

Salvation never will come through hope of reward.

Don't confuse meaning with truth.