The tides are in our veins.

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.

And from the look on his face I could see he was one of the lucky ones, one of those people who like doing what they're good at. That's rare. When you see that in a person, you can't miss it.

There are zero excuses or delays when oneself is determined to grow.

There is no truth that does not ultimately rest upon what is evident to us in our own experience.

remember... the picture should tell a story in itself, and should have a spontaneous approach

Bad taste is simply saying the truth before it should be said.

You can't stop everything from happening. But we've gotten to a point where we're certainly trying. If a car doesn't have four hundred air bags in it, then it's no good.

She likes to try everything, out of curiosity, but she'll be sorry if she isn't guided by her heart.

I turn to books for a feeling of companionship: for somebody knowing what I have known.

I felt that if others can overcome incredible challenges to be in shape, why would my story be any different?

The ones we choose to love become our anchorwhen the hawser of the blood-tie's hacked, or frays.