Bohemia is a commune in which the Revolution is over and everyone is a member of the aristocracy

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.

The thing is, I'm not the only one this consciousness stuff is happening to.

Immortality doesn't last nearly as long as you think. Even our souls die in the end.

Trust is not very easy for me at all. I want to be a trusting person, but I've been bruised so many times - not to sound woe-is-me about my life.

However, all gifts seem now to be absorbed in one and a man must be either a Preacher or nothing.

You didn't think of angels as white or black. They were angels.

I'm fighting for people who cannot wait for changes, and I'm not making promises that I cannot keep.

Have you seen them?" he asked. Arrow looked at him disinterestedly. Will frowned. Not talking, eh?" he said. "Maybe you're a little hoarse." He cackled breifly at his own wit.

Nothing is so high and above all danger that is not below and in the power of God. [Lat., Nihil ita sublime est, supraque pericula tendit Non sit ut inferius suppositumque deo.]

I wish to become the greatest player in the world. I want to uphold the honor of India, the USA and of my coach and make basketball a prominent sport in India.

Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.