What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

Myself I must remake.