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It is impossible to say just what I mean!
The journey, Not the destination matters.
The darkness declares the glory of light.
Let's not be narrow, nasty, and negative.
Survival is your strength not your shame.
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.
The soul of Man must quicken to creation.
For you know only a heap of broken images
In life there is not time to grieve long.
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Each way means loneliness -- and communion.
I am no prophet-and here's no great matter.
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.
Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.
Business today consists in persuading crowds.
life is long between the desire and the spasm.
There is no method but to be very intelligent.
The work of creation is never without travail.
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.
Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.
Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.
My mind may be American but my heart is British.
We had the experience, but we missed the meaning.
Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.
If you want it you must obtain it by great labor.
It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.
We should not confuse information with knowledge.
To become what you are not, behave as you do not.
The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.
Everyone gets the experience. Some get the lesson.
People find a way in which they can say something.
Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.
It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.
He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it
The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.