All's well with thee if thou art in just hands.

I bought the sweetness with this pain.

I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears.

There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours oblivion.

Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad.

I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space.

When penciling in your future, always use a pen

You can't find "it" out there

Christmas and the holidays are the season of giving. It's a time when people are more kind and open-hearted.

Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Poetry is the alchemy which teaches us to convert ordinary materials into gold.

God determines how fast you're going to run; I can help only with the mechanics.

In New York City, everybody goes into therapy.

I don't go anywhere without my iPod, laptop and at least one book.

What if criticism is a science as well as an art? Not a pure or exact science, of course, but these phrases belong to a nineteenth-century cosmology which is no longer with us.

My father, who had lost a brother, fighting on the Austrian side in World War I, was a committed pacifist.