I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.

To bless thine enemy is a good way to satisfy thy vanity.

The central fact of my life has been the existence of words and the possibility of weaving those words into poetry.

Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears have never heard? Listen to the bird's cry. Do you want to touch what hands have never touched? Touch the earth. Verily I say that God is about to create the world.

The web of time - the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect, or ignore each other through the centuries - embraces "every" possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and in yet others both of us exist.

Art is endless like a river flowing, passing, yet remaining.

The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconcievable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle.