In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.

Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die. To make life is more difficult by far.

If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers!

In the church of my heart the choir is on fire

Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!

I want to be understood by my country, but if I fail to be understood - what then?, I shall pass through my native land to one side, like a shower of slanting rain.

Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside out, like me And become just two lips entirely?

On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

Pride and folly, they go together like two tightly grasping hands.

The end justifies the means. Sometimes you have to do the wrong thing to get the right result.

I have been able to tap into all the negative things that can happen to me throughout my life by numbing myself to the pain so to speak and kind of being able to vent it through my music.

And all may do what has by man been done.

I actually didn't like Jane Austen. I was more into the Brontes. They were so wild and passionate. I thought there was something a bit tame about Austen.

People think I'm a freemason, and I'm not. People think I believe the end of the world is coming on 21 December 2012, and I don't.

I never stopped grinding. I never stopped hustling. I never stopped working. I just kept moving. It has nothing to do with the money or anything like that. It's just that I love music.

The more we learn about the world, and the deeper our learning, the more conscious, specific, and articulate will be our knowledge of what we do not know, our knowledge of our ignorance

Let us pray! God is just, he tries us; God is pitiful, he will comfort us; let us pray!

A thankful heart is never half-full or half-empty, but always overflowing with love.