A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music… and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again;”
When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in such a manner that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.
The world is wide, and I will not waste my life in friction when it could be turned into momentum.
He who has not first laid his foundations may be able with great ability to lay them afterwards, but they will be laid with trouble to the architect and danger to the building.
Love is the very essence of life.
The board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last… The great battle of our time.
Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.
I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human with the soul of a clown, which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.