You can tell a lot about a person by what they let roll off their back.
But see, in our open clearings, how golden the melons lie; Enrich them with sweets and spices, and give us the pumpkin-pie!
O Nature, gracious mother of us all, Within thy bosom myriad secrets lie Which thou surrenderest to the patient eye That seeks and waits.
God pity the tortured hearts that will pant through this night! And the agony of the poor wife who has heard that her husband is really killed!
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
The lotos bowed above the tide and dreamed.
We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.
Whatever labels may be attached to the fifteen charges brought against me, they all arise from my having been a member of the Communist Party and from my activities as a member.
I suppose there are a lot of reasons to be jaded or sarcastic or bitter in life, but I hang on to the reasons why life is beautiful.
When you confuse personal love and cosmic heroism you are bound to fail in both spheres. The impossibility of the heroism undermines the love, even if it is real. This double failure is what produces the sense of utter despair that we see in modern man. . . Love, then, is seen a religious problem