The more rhymethere isin poetry the more dangerof its tricking the writer into something other than the urge in the beginning.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

And that's what love is, I suppose. The one thing that is most worth hoping for, and the one thing that's most surprising when it lands. Because it's better. It exceeds hope, makes hope nearsighted.

Love is the source of great power and great strength.

Whatever you do gives you the name it gives.

Writers are compulsive liars desperately trying to tell themselves the truth.

The Times is a paper which is seldom found in any hands but those of the highly educated.

I don't like the idea of something being pure. It means we have to be perfect, I don't want to be perfect.

You can't make a sculpture until you've got a lump of rock.

For a satyagrahi brigade only those are eligible who believe in ahimsa and satya.

When God wants to have mercy on someone, He inspires someone else to pray for him, and He helps in this prayer.

Human beings, from a mathematical perspective, are fairly limited. Two and three dimensions, maybe five, and we're OK.