“I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.”

I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.

All writing is a form of prayer.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art– Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite.

The only means of strengthening one’s intellect is to make up one’s mind about nothing, to let the mind be a thoroughfare for all thoughts.

If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree, then it better not come at all.

We have woven a web, you and I, attached to this world but a separate world of our own invention.

Scenery is fine – but human nature is finer.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

To silence gossip, don’t repeat it.

What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should’st move My heart so potently?

She press’d his hand in slumber; so once more He could not help but kiss her and adore.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

What shocks the virtuous philosopher, delights the chameleon poet.

The excellence of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.

An extensive knowledge is needful to thinking people-it takes away the heat and fever; and helps, by widening speculation, to ease the burden of the mystery.

Where soil is, men grow, Whether to weeds or flowers.

At the end of the day, you’re just phonograph records.

The whole day was like that. I wish I could do it justice as I’m writing about it. I feel like I could use all of the words that I have in my head times each and never be able to tell exactly what it was like.

That’s the beauty of sampling: taking the old sound and recreating it and making something new, or bringing back the old sounds, mixed with some heavy grooves and beats, so people can remember. “Oh, I remember that, back in the day.”

Allah causes the night and the day to succeed each other. Truly, in these things is indeed a lesson for those who have insight.

Maybe one day there will finally be an education for electronic music.

Emily Dickinson provided four or more alternates for every word; Beethoven wrestled with endings to the point of exhaustion; in our day Jerome Robbins and his lack of decision are a byword in the dance profession.

Every day has been so short, every hour so fleeting, every minute so filled with the life I love that time for me has fled on too swift a wing.

Every day has its emotional difficulties. I miss my mother whether I’m singing her music or not.