When I curse Fate, it's not me, but the earth in me.
What has no shadow has no strength to live.
I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.
A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I know no one worth my envying him.