The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.

I believe... that our memories are part of one great memory, the memory of Nature herself.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

What can be explained is not poetry.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

Myself I must remake.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.

Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams, Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.