“Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.”

Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.

No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.

You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.

You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.

As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

One time, my mom told us, ‘No TV.’ It was 3 P.M., and I was sneaking it in. She put her hand on the back of the TV to see if it was warm, and it was.

When the weather is hot, keep a cool mind. When the weather is cold, keep a warm heart.

In this ordinary life without Ren, I think my life with him was like a dream. Especially on a snowy night like this. On a night as cold as this. Someone keep this guy warm for me, please.

Books that children read but once are of scant service to them; those that have really helped to warm our imaginations and to train our faculties are the few old friends we know so well that they have become a portion of our thinking selves.

It hurts now, but one day it will be your warm up.

I have been a joy to live with all spring: Upbeat, warm and tender, uncomplicated, and loving.

I work out. I used to go to yoga every day. Now I just incorporate yoga into my warm-up and my cool down.

The heart fills with warm rain that turns to mist and evaporates through a colder artery.