And he who is forever talking about enemies / Is himself the enemy!

Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It's too high! Come to the edge! And they came, and he pushed, and they flew.

Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head.

Poetry cannot be defined, only experienced

Come to the edge.We might fall.Come to the edge.It's too high!COME TO THE EDGE!And they cameAnd he pushedAnd they flew.

Honour to Agamemnon is a thing / That he can pick, pick up, put back, pick up again, / A somesuch you might find beneath your bed.

Men inflict injuries from hatred, jealousy or contempt, but the wise man masters all these passions by means of reason.

The poorer your self-esteem and the lower your self-confidence, the more easily negative feelings can overwhelm ordinary good sense.

No time is better spent than that spent in the service of your fellow man.

Friends are born, not made.

My chief consolation in this year of living dyingly has been the presence of friends.

Your parents leave you too soon and your kids and spouse come along late, but your siblings know you when you are in your most inchoate form.

I'm always curious, but I'm learning things I never thought I'd learn. I get to travel to places I never thought I'd go.

In fighting for women, we fight for humanity. We fight for the future - for everyone.

A lot of guys see the complexity of the game; I see the simplicity.

It is not truth, but opinion that can travel the world without a passport.