I'm no good at predicting what will endure with people. I only know what speaks to me.
Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
What cannot be said will be wept.
How can I explain the difference to me between America and Russia?. . . the America I've known is a place where men on horseback escort union marchers, the Russia I've known is a place where men on horseback slaughter young Socialists and Jews.
We don't fight about music. We don't fight about artistic direction. The things like that we could fight about, we really don't. We are pretty lucky for that.
Even our most difficult moments bring us gifts. The trick, of course, is gratitude. Therein will you find both your peace and your joy.
There are those that even God exploits, and they are prophets and saints in the vacuousness of the world.