Whatever may be his true and final destination, there is a spirit within him at enmity with nothingness and dissolution. This is the character of all life and being.

Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.

Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

When you tune into your soul essence and are in harmony with the Supreme, you are tapped into your superpowers.

People have seen too many common people like them, and they are bored by it. They need heroes.

Sufism is, in fact, not a mystical system, not a religion, but a body of knowledge.

Be ready for every moment, you don’t know which check is the checkmate.

A well arranged scrapbook, filled with choice selections, is a most excellent companion for anyone who has the least literary taste.

I lived where I could and studied what I enjoyed studying. I took what I wanted from that education but was making my first record at the same time.

Anybody in the next centuries wanting to know what it was like to be a poet in the middle of the 20th century should read Kaddish.

In complicated positions, Bobby Fischer hardly had to be afraid of anybody

What we know is not much. What we do not know is immense.

I start to think, and then I sink Into the paper like I was ink When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines I escape when I finish the rhyme.