What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

Confidence is the present tense of hope.

I'm so misunderstood that people misunderstand me even when I tell them I'm misunderstood.

Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in and through all this they retain a kind of homesickness for the scenes of their childhood.

For without risk there is no faith, and the greater the risk, the greater the faith.

I found I had less and less to say, until finally, I became silent, and began to listen. I discovered in the silence, the voice of God

What our age lacks is not reflection, but passion.