“I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie.”

We are ugly but we have the music.

I’ve forgotten most of what I’ve read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.

The cutting of the gem has to be finished before you can see whether it shines.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.

Here’s to the few who forgive what you do, and the fewer who don’t even care.

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

Please make me empty, if I’m empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I’m not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.

Do not be a magician – be magic!

He knew that hair couldn’t feel; he kissed her hair.

Who could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.

Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.

I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts.

I cannot understand why my arm is not a lilac tree.

Everything has a crack in it; that’s how the light gets in.

Ah, grief makes us precise!

I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love.

The age of hairsplitting Jewish intellectualism is dead. The past lies in flames.

The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.

I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.

Do the duty which lies nearest to you, the second duty will then become clearer.

Someday is a romantic lie, right now is an urgent truth.

See, I believe that it is not true that different races and nations are alike. I’m profoundly convinced that that’s a total lie. I think people are different. Sardinians, for example, have stubby little fingers. Bosnians have short necks.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.