I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.

I've read all the books but one Only remains sacred: this Volume of wonders, open Always before my eyes.

Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature the 'correspondences' through which we may know our boundless selves.

Intent on one great love, perfect, Requited and for ever, I missed love's everywhere Small presence, thousand-guised.

Chemistry dissolves the goddess in the alembic, Venus, the white queen, the universal matrix, Down to the molecular hexagons and carbon-chains.

... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are.

Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to a special field.

Nature is the common, universal language, understood by all.

I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.

The work of the artist is to heal the soul.

And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.

A true survivor is someone who, after 12+ years of being schooled, remains independent in their thinking.

Freedom is a universal value.

Who can guarantee that he [Alexander Milinkevich, a Belarussian opposition presidential candidate] is the most promising candidate capable of competing with the incumbent president?

We are not passive exhibitors of visual or auditory or tactile images. We have selves. We have a Me that is automatically present in our minds right now.

It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.

Democracy makes us articulate our views, defend them, and refine them.

Man never creates, he only recombines the lines and colors of his own existance.

None live so easily, so pleasantly, as those that live by faith.

Plough not the seas, sow not the sands,Leave off your idle pain;Seek other mistress for your minds,Love's service is in vain.

They told me I gave the best milk mustache of anybody.