The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.
And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.
Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.
Understand that some of your enemies are amongst your best friends.
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.