In a war situation or where violence and injustice are prevalent, poetry is called upon to be something more than a thing of beauty.

Hope is not optimism, which expects things to turn out well, but something rooted in the conviction that there is good worth working for.

Believe that a further shore is reachable from here.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.

I can't think of a case where poems changed the world, but what they do is they change people's understanding of what's going on in the world.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

All I know is a door into the dark

I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.

There is nothing dishonorable about abandoning pain. Sometimes peace is most quickly found when a man simply stops avoiding it.

Is it so wrong to just live life and enjoy it? Between fun and function, why must we choose the latter?

Nothing splendid has ever been achieved except by those who dared believe that something inside of them was superior to circumstance.

I'm not a great believer in self-help.

There's a responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be.

Enlarge the pupil of the eye, so that the body with its attendant personality will no longer obstruct the view. Immortality is then experienced as a present fact.

Emotions are the color of the soul.

The only sin is the sin of being born.

Petrol price is a deregulated commodity, price of which is decided by our oil marketing companies based on input cost and other parameters.

Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.