Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?

All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.

Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.

A man, though wise, should never be ashamed of learning more, and must unbend his mind.

A city which belongs to just one man is no true city

But if I am young, thou shouldest look to my merits, not to my years.

There's nothing in the world so demoralizing as money.

Money! Money's the curse of man, none greater.That's what wrecks cities, banishes men from homes, Tempts and deludes the most well-meaning soul, Pointing out the way to infamy and shame." - Creon

I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life

The powe if fate is something terrible. It cannot be escaped--not with wealth or by war, not with a tower ir a sea-lashed black ship.

I believe language is infinitely malleable, a live being in our hands, which deserves our great respect and curiosity

Show the world the man you think you are, and I will show the world the man you really are...

UNSOPHISTICATEDI sing my merry songat first blush of daythis external peacetendered by the soft shadeof tidy clouds idly crossing places, a fresh note returns to mind:I am unsophisticated at heart.

I am thankful that to be attuned to the needs of another attunes us to the world, and that if I stay attuned only to my needs I will always be a stranger to the world.

Poetry is the deification of reality.

Hysterical? Neuractic? I am all that ain't more than juggernaut!

You may pluck out my eyes, but that cannot kill me. You may chop off my nose, but that will not kill me. But blast my belief in God, and I am dead.

It sounds ideal, a sort of beach childhood. But it wasn't really. I didn't use the beach very much at all.

My instinct as a philosopher is that we are effectively approaching a multicentric world, which means we need to ask new, and for the traditional left, unpleasant questions.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.