Despair itself if it goes on long enough, can become a kind of sanctuary in which one settles down and feels at ease.

With everyone born human, a poet - an artist - is born, who dies young and who is survived by an adult.

Nature wants us to enjoy life to the full and die without giving it a second thought; Christianity wants the opposite.

Each man must look to himself to teach him the meaning of life. It is not something discovered: it is something molded.

There are people whose clocks stop at a certain point in their lives.

Nothing is more painful to me than the disdain with which people treat second-rate authors, as if there were room only for the first-raters.

I have always thought that if we began for one moment to say what we thought, society would collapse.

If you want to succeed, limit yourself.

In most men there exists a poet who died young, whom the man survived.

Since it is necessary to have enemies, let us endeavour to have those who do us honour.

Most celebrated men live in a condition of prostitution.

Asshat! You Darth Vadered me!" (Delaney to Rowan)

The lips of the wise are as the doors of a cabinet; no sooner are they opened, but treasures are poured out before thee.

I am pathetically law-abiding.

It was a rather extraordinary conversation if you think about it -- both of us speaking in code. But not military code, not Intelligence or Resistance code -- just feminine code.

You can offer your vibration on purpose. That's what visualization is. That's what imagination is: projecting thought energy on purpose.

I love to improvise, but I always thought "Man, it's like the final frontier for improvisational actors, to really go for something emotional, something that's not just chasing the laugh."

No repentance, obedience, self-denial, prayers, tears, reformation or ordinances, without the new creation, avail any thing to the salvation of thy soul.

A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down.

The internet is intimate. Everybody collects the art on the internet, everybody owns the art and enjoys it only for their self, completely selfishly.

Here is neither want of appetite nor mouths, Pray heaven we be not scant of meat or mirth.