In this world we live in, racism is alive and well in all venues. We immediately categorize people, and that's just not right.
They were lovely, your eyes, but you didn't know where to look.
For poetry there exists neither large countries nor small. Its domain is in the heart of all men.
Every man of action has a strong dose of egoism, pride, hardness, and cunning. But all those things will be regarded as high qualities if he can make them the means to achieve great ends.
You spoke about things they couldn't see and so they laughed. Yet to row up the dark river against the current, to take the unknown road blindly, stubbornly, and to search for words rooted like the knotted olive tree- let them laugh. And to yearn for the other world to inhabit today's suffocating loneliness, this ravaged present- let them be.
Like a bird with broken wing that has traveled through wind for years. . . I sleep and my heart stays awake. . .
And if the soul Is to know itself It is into a soul That it must look: The stranger and the enemy, we've seen him in the mirror.
Keep your words. This pain is no life. " "You only feel pain because you're alive, boy!" the keeper thundered. "This is the mystery of it. Life is lived on the ragged edge of the cliff. Fall off and you might die, but run from it and you are already dead!
But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.
Taxpayers will not stand for - nor should they - the funding of poster sites, leaflets or advertising. What people will support is funding for political education, for training, for party organization.
I do not foresee a time when I shall feel that I have nothing to say.