“When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.”

Love is desire for knowledge.

But here’s the worst part: the trick to life lies in hiding from those we hold most dear how much they mean to is; if not, we’d lose them.

What we desire is not to possess a woman, but to be the only one to possess her.

Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.

You cannot insult a man more atrociously than by refusing to believe he is suffering .

A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man – the one he used to be.

What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence.

The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.

The only joy in the world is to begin.

Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.

All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.

From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.

We like to have work to do, so as to have the right to rest.

Don’t mix wine and women.

You don’t remember days, you remember moments.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

The “we” of your divine birthright – the one that is aware of its place as part of the collective whole – knows that it is your sacred obligation to shine your brightest light, not just in your moments of glory but each day.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

I think America is still a bright, shining city on the hill – not because we’re perfect but because we struggle in our imperfections every day.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white.

The night is full of stars but none glows as bright as you.

There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.

When she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.

Faith is like a bright ray of sun light. It enables us to see God in all things as well as all things in God.