And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin.

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.

For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

I look down the farthest side of the mountain, fulfilled and understanding all, and truly content that I lived a full life and one that was my own choice

The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving.

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!

For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.

But have you wine and music still,And statues and a bright-eyed love,And foolish thoughts of good and ill,And prayers to them who sit above?

For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With medicine bitter and strong.

When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

Life is not a one act play

Do you think we choose the times into which we are born? Or do we fit the times we are born into?

Things in the margins, including humans who wander there, are often on the brink of becoming someone else, or something else, whose memory may not include the significance of old markers.

The wheat bought by a farmer to sow is comparatively a fixed capital to the wheat purchased by a baker to make into loaves.

My dad always told me that perseverance furthers. He was right.

I'd stood my ground against him. I wasn't going to jump when he said jump. I was more likely to give him the finger.

A pipe for the hour of work; a cigarette for the hour of conception; a cigar for the hour of vacuity.

You might think that's an exaggeration but believe me, if you leave twin two-year-olds alone in your living room, at some point a cow will be airborne.

No human beings, regardless of who they might be, want to look directly at their own shortcomings.

There must be something solemn, serious, and tender about any attitude which we denominate religious. If glad, it must not grin or snicker; if sad, it must not scream or curse.