When the great markets by the sea shut fastAll that calm Sunday that goes on and on:When even lovers find their peace at last,And Earth is but a star, that once had shone.

I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep.

For lust of knowing what should not be known, we take the Golden Road to Samarkand.

Half to forget the wandering and pain, Half to remember days that have gone by, And dream and dream that I am home again!

I look down the farthest side of the mountain, fulfilled and understanding all, and truly content that I lived a full life and one that was my own choice

And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin.

The poet's business is not to save the soul of man but to make it worth saving.

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon With few but with how splendid stars The mirrors of the sea are strewn Between their silver bars!

For pines are gossip pines the wide world through And full of runic tales to sigh or sing.

But have you wine and music still,And statues and a bright-eyed love,And foolish thoughts of good and ill,And prayers to them who sit above?

For the spear was a desert physician, That cured not a few of ambition, And drave not a few to perdition, With medicine bitter and strong.

And we ask ourselves, if there is a God, how can this happen? Better to ask, if there is a God... must it be sane?

Persons in whom a crisis takes place pass the night preceding the paroxysm uncomfortably, but the succeeding night generally more comfortably.

Life belongs to the living and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

I love Bob Dylan. Who doesn't? He tapped into some kind of vein and it keeps on keeping on. There's nobody like him. He's unique, and just... way out cool.

Freedom of speech means that you shall not do something to people either for the views they have, or the views they express, or the words they speak or write.

I believe we are on the edge of a quantum leap into a whole new way of organizing and living as a human family.

It is often a comfort in misfortune to know our own fate. [Lat., Saepe calamitas solatium est nosse sortem suam.]

Things get better--hurt less--over time. If you let them.

I'll take on somebody if they're offending the entire culture, not just offending me.

Fear is something that really causes the people not to ascend within the spiritual and physical realm. Once you have Jah as a shield and a guide, you got to arm yourself and nothing can you any harm.