Whoever has the most energy wins. Energy gives one confidence, power, self-esteem and new possibilities.
Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.
I am not my own friend. Time cuts me in two.
What is this enigmatic impulse that does not allow one to settle down in the achieved, the finished? I think it is a quest for reality.
Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.
Irony is the glory of slaves.
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
I live alone, perhaps for no good reason, for the reason that I am an impossible creature, set apart by a temperament I have never learned to use as it could be used, thrown off by a word, a glance, a rainy day, or one drink too many. My need to be alone is balanced against my fear of what will happen when suddenly I enter the huge empty silence if I cannot find support there. I go up to Heaven and down to Hell in an hour, and keep alive only by imposing upon myself inexorable routines. I write too many letters and too few poems.
The thermometer of a church is its prayer meeting.
When will the state of the country be sound?. . . When its people believe that the end result of cowardice is more disastrous than that of behaving with integrity.
Look may be that everything is right, it is always best to have an inspection before marching. To forget a screw, if you have a loose one, and only discover your loss when you are miles from home and the view before you is "perfect", is to promote, possibly suicide, certainly profanity.