A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.

Politeness is organized indifference.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

What is simple is wrong, and what is complicated cannot be understood.

Though completely armed with knowledge and endowed with power, we are blind and impotent in a world we have equipped and organized-a world of which we now fear the inextricable complexity.

The only treaties that ought to count are those which would effect a settlement between ulterior motives.

Poems are never finished - just abandoned