I am no prophet-and here's no great matter.

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.

They don't understand what it is to be awake, / To be living on several planes at once / Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

Every end is a beginning...And every beginning is an end.

Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.