“America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.”

Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.

Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.