Prose pretends to be straightforward in its application to the truth, but truth itself is a dissembler. Poetry, much more honest, knows the deception can't be overcome.

War, hatred, and violence all spring from one infernal idea: that one person, race, creed, or culture is better than another.

The future is won or lost in the war of ideas.

There is no such thing as an insignificant life, only the insignificance of mind that refuses to grasp the implications.

I reserve the right to evolve. What I think and feel today is subject to revision tomorrow.

There is no such thing as failure for an artist, unless failure is the refusal to attempt, the unwillingness to dream.

Real life is never quite as interesting as the story told afterward.