Drink because you are happy, but never because you are miserable.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
The sage's Way is to act and not to contend.
In seventh grade I had a magical teacher, her name was Mrs. Fried. She wore only pink, she drove a pink Mustang, and she was half out of her head. But very inspiring. And one day she said, "Take out a paper and pen and write something about peace. " For some reason I wrote a poem on Noah - I don't know why I chose Noah - and it turned out it was for a contest for the UN. I ended up winning and reading the poem in front of the UN. I remember Mrs. Fried telling me, "When you write your first book, dedicate it to me. " That was like, "Whoa. "
My poems, I think, exist in a state of tension between the love of natural beauty and the fear of natural meaninglessness or absurdity.
If you have more than one reason to do something (choose a doctor or veterinarian, hire a gardener or an employee, marry a person, go on a trip), just don’t do it. It does not mean that one reason is better than two, just that by invoking more than one reason you are trying to convince yourself to do something. Obvious decisions (robust to error) require no more than a single reason.