Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.

Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: The creative act.

Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.

The holiness of the real Is always there, accessible In total immanence. The nodes Of transcendence coagulate In you, the experiencer, And in the other, the lover.

There have always been those who, though they see tragedy as the outcome of freedom, will nevertheless judge that tragedy is not too high a price to pay.

You don't become a saint until you lead a good life whether in Tibet or Italy or America.

The meaning of life can be revealed but never explained.

It takes great labor to uncover the convincing simple speech of the heart. Poetic candor comes with hard labor, so even does impetuosity and impudence.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

You learn nothing if you carry with you a journalistic system of values, which is invented to save reporters from experience.

Poetry has ceased to be a public art and has become, as Whitehead said of religion, "What man does with his aloneness.

Books have given me a magic portal to connect with people of the past and the present. I know I shall never feel lonely or powerless again.

Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But, from one soulthey head, to another, in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)

It reminded him of the truth—who he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

Anytime you think you hate somebody, what you do is pray for them. Try it, you’ll see.

As long as you set yourself up as a little god to which you must be loyal there will be those who will delight to offer affront to your idol.

Freedom rings where opinions clash.

Relationships built from a business do better than the reverse.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you; through those who endure sickness and trial.

Whatever I hear in my head is what I play.

The devil isn't made by what Mommy says or what Daddy says. The devil is there.