Once a man has tasted creative action, then thereafter, no matter how safely he schools himself in patience, he is restive, acutely dissatisfied with anything else. He becomes as a lover to whom abstinence is intolerable.

The realization of ignorance is the first act of knowing.

We learn the rope of life by untying its knots.

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

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

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

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