It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.

In a sick world, it is the first duty of the artist to get well.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.

No eyes that have seen beauty ever lose their sight.

We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.

I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become.