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In the artist's own experience, of course, art is fundamentally indefinable, unsayable; there is something sacred about its demands upon the soul, something inherently mysterious in the forms it takes, no less than its contents. youth is wasted on the young. poetry does not necessarily have to be beautiful to stick in the depths of our memory. personally, i would sooner have written alice in wonderland than the whole encyclopedia britannica. i have not lived as a woman. i've lived as a man. i've just done what i damn well wanted to and i've made enough money to support myself and i ain't afraid of being alone. if a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. every now and then go away, even briefly, have a little relaxation, for when you come back to your work your judgment will be surer; since to remain constantly at work will cause you to lose power. these qualities are rare enough in a world where sexual performance has become as obligatory as sexual abstinence - or the pretension to it - once was. the worst by-product of the so-called sexual revolution is the substitution of performance for passion. i have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws ere i'll weep. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. as the last leaf falls it only symbolizes the end of the tree's cycle, not the end of the tree's life. so too, as we complete our life cycle, there is a new beginning as our souls journey onward. prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement. properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action. two paths diverged in a wood, and i - i took the one less traveled by. and that has made all the difference. i mean, even the most spiritual person loves to go shopping. finish each day and be done with it. you have done what you could. some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. there are two kinds of people: those who say to god, "thy will be done," and those to whom god says, "all right, then, have it your way." the whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not. surely a king who loves pleasure is less dangerous than one who loves glory. fortune does not change men, it unmasks them. one does not love a place the less for having suffered in it unless it has all been suffering, nothing but suffering. the universe is made of stories, not atoms. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. i'm at peace with the world. i'm completely serene. i've discovered my purpose in life. i know why i was put here and why everything exists... i am here so everybody can do what i want. once everybody accepts it, they'll be serene too. what is life? it is the flash of a firefly in the night. it is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. it is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. i always thought of myself as a house. i was always what i lived in. it didn't need to be big. it didn't even need to be beautiful. it just needed to be mine. i became what i was meant to be. i built myself a life. i built myself a house..

Never trust the artist. trust the tale. i sincerely hope a new generation will stand up that says: let's develop our brains and not just our bodies. girls that will say to a christina aguilera: you think you're a strong woman because you show your red thong? get a grip and put on some clothes. the opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. music has been in my heart all the time, and poetry in my thoughts. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. it's awfully hard to be b-b-brave when you are only a very small animal. it isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security. when i dare to be powerful / to use my strength / in the service of my vision / then it becomes / less and less important / whether i am afraid. perfection is terrible; it cannot have children. music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to men is felt to be so divine. it brings us nearer to the infinite..

I think night-time is dark so you can imagine with less distraction. they who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. an illiterate underbred book . . . the book of a self-taught working man . . . egotistic, insistent, raw, striking, and ultimately nauseating. when power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. when power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. when power corrupts, poetry cleanses, for art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstone of our judgement. i may know the word but not say it / i may know the truth but not face it / i may hear a sound, a whisper sacred and profound / but turn my head, indifferent i am a woman committed to / a politics / of transliteration, the methodology / of a mind / stunned at the suddenly / possible shifts of meaning - for which / like amnesiacs / in a ward on fire, we must / find words / or burn she walks in beauty, like the night / of cloudless climes and starry skies; / and all that's best of dark and bright / meet in her aspect and her eyes: / thus mellow'd to that tender light / which heaven to gaudy day denies the change of life comes when you meet yourself at a crossroads and you decide whether to be honest or not before you die. you must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. 'when i was a kid,' said irie softly, ringing the bell for their stop, 'i used to think they were little alibis. bus tickets. i mean, look: they've got the time. the date. the place. and if i was up in court, and i had to defend myself, and prove i wasn't where they said i was, doing what they said i did, when they said i did it, i'd pull out one of those.' you set up your place in my thoughts / moved in and made my thinking crowded. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. smile at each other, smile at your wife, smile at your husband, smile at your children, smile at each other -- it doesn't matter who it is -- and that will help you to grow up in greater love for each other. why? wherefore? inasmuch as which? they are composed like music. guided by his sense of beauty, and individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. anna could have chosen another way to take her life. but the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress. i'll pretend this is real / 'cause this is what i like best it's really a wonder that i haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. yet i keep them, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. i simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. the only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible give me a museum and i'll fill it. fame lost its appeal for me when i went into a public restroom and an autograph seeker handed me a pen and paper under the stall door. these things seem small and indistinguishable, like far-off mountains turned into clouds. when you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. your mind might make a connection that is useful. but true is another matter. true implies that you have found a connection that exists independent of your apprehension of it, that would exist whether you noticed it or not. and i must say that i have never seen such a connection in my life. there are times when i suspect that there are no such connections, that all links, bonds, ties, and similarities are creatures of thought and have no substance. he felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not now where he ended and she began. when christ said: "i was hungry and you fed me," he didn't mean only the hunger for bread and for food; he also meant the hunger to be loved. jesus himself experienced this loneliness. he came amongst his own and his own received him not, and it hurt him then and it has kept on hurting him. the same hunger, the same loneliness, the same having no one to be accepted by and to be loved and wanted by. every human being in that case resembles christ in his loneliness; and that is the hardest part, that's real hunger. years ago i discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. no man's life is ordinary to himself. there are two ways to live your life, one is as though nothing is a miracle. the other is as though everything is a miracle..
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