We live in an old chaos of the sun.

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

There are orphanages, " he exclaimed to himself, "for children who have lost their parents--oh! why, why, why, are there no harbours of refuge for grown men who have not yet lost them?

Ninety percent of my work is crap, ” he continued. “Another nine percent is mediocre, and then there are those rare gems that are actually useable.

Bored with the upsetting realities of the day? Then leave yourself to the calming mysteries of the night!

The less evidence we have for what we believe is certain, the more violently we defend beliefs against those who don't agree.

So I’m putting my defenses up, cause I don’t wanna fall in love. If I ever did that. I think I’d have a heart attack.

You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly. "Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.

I don't think I'm more politically-based as much as socially-based.

I daily disconnect and read a good book or listen to a good sermon or call a friend or my mom and talk on the phone with my feet up. I also take baths with bath salts that I make myself.

I play to win, whether during practice or a real game.

Always work hard, be honest, and be proud of who you are.