The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.

Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech

Shall I part my hair behind Do I dare to eat a peach I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

To become what you are not, behave as you do not.

It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

The river itself has no beginning or end. In its beginning, it is not yet the river; in the end it is no longer the river. What we call the headwaters is only a selection from among the innumerable sources which flow together to compose it. At what point in its course does the Mississippi become what the Mississippi means?