I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

Poetry is, above all, an approach to the truth of feeling.

A work of art is one through which the consciousness of the artist is able to give its emotions to anyone who is prepared to receive them.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

The journey is my home.

I remember mother saying : Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot

Try to live as if there were a God