In a world of universal poverty The philosophers alone will be fat Against the autumn winds In an autumn that will be perpetual.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

Difficulties of life are valuable opportunities for self-discovery.

We don’t think, we think we think

a mother-in-law's praise says more in a woman's favor than anything else in the world.

Sometimes I think the choir gets a little ticked with me because I haven't sung in a long time and I can sing

Milk many cows but make your own butter.

Now that you're gone, it hit us, super hard on Thanksgiving and Chrismas, this can't be right, yo you heard the track I did called this can't be life

Your patience will be both appreciated and rewarded

I don't really read books. Wish I did.

That breath that you just took, that's a gift!