The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.

Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.

Meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

You making haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic.

Cruelty is a part of nature, at least of human nature, but it is the one thing that seems unnatural to us.

It is only a little planet, but how beautiful it is.

Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.

A little too abstract, a little too wise, It is time for us to kiss the earth again, It is time to let the leaves rain from the skies, Let the rich life run to the roots again.

Still the mind smiles at its own rebellions.

Poetry is not a civilizer, rather the reverse, for great poetry appeals to the most primitive instincts.

I need to stop thinking about how people see me and figure out who I am. Faking it isn't working. We should focus on being happy....Just happy.

The reason we have choices in life, is so we don't blame anyone for the consequences of our decisions.

How can you ask someone to live in the world and not have something to say about injustice?

In economics, hope and faith coexist with great scientific pretension and also a deep desire for respectability.

He shall fall down into a pit called Because, and there he shall perish with the dogs of reason.

Man is that name of power which rises above them all, and gives to every one the right to be that which God meant he should be.

I do wash my hands in innocency, before God and the face of you, good Christian people this day.

An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.

All you need in life is truth and beauty and you can find both at the Public Library.

The age which we live in is not suited to idle complacency or to pleasant dreams of past greatness.