Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride.

The music is a vibration in the brain rather than the ear.

Loneliness in a crowd of people was the worst kind of loneliness, but she couldn't help it.

So I am living without fats, without meat, without fish, but am feeling quite well this way. It always seems to me that man was not born to be a carnivore.

Most men go through life unchallenged, except at the final moment.

cliches are truisms and all truisms are true

The upside of being in the closet is that you develop skills of duplicity, which are great for big-time politicians.

Men are not to be judged by what they do not know, but by what they know, and by the manner in which they know it.

We Hindus and Mohamedans would have to blame our folly rather than the English, if we allowed them to put us asunder.

I have learned that faith means trusting in advance what will make sense only in reverse.

I'm not as thrilled with myself as I used to be.