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.

Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.

A relax soul is a sacred-being.

If you can't find a good enough reason to do something, then why do it?

Our values are as a result of the information you respond to on regular basis.

How to stop time: kiss. How to travel in time: read. How to escape time: music

As a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.

Players win games, and coaches win players.

Abolishing the book is like abolishing the symphony, or sonata form, or the sonnet, or the wall painting.

Now Ben Folds is my photography older brother. He was kind enough to give me a photo of his for my 40th birthday.

I still get real nervous when I go in front of more than two people.

Travel in all the four quarters of the earth, you will find nothing (no true religion) anywhere. Whatever there is, is only here (i .e . in one 's own heart.)