Mankind owns four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars and the fear of going down.

In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.

Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run dry, scoops turning empty, only shadow inside? No, my heart is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. Not asleep, not dreaming— its eyes are opened wide watching distant signals, listening on the rim of vast silence

Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't.