Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.
The great difference between the real leader and the pretender is that the one sees into the future, while the other regards only the present; the one lives by the day, and acts upon expediency; the other acts on enduring principles and for the immortality.
Those who don't know history are destined to repeat it.
Nobody made a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little.
The hottest fires in hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of moral crisis.
The mason asks but a narrow shelf to spring his brick from; man requires only an infinitely narrower one to spring his arch of faith from.
My father was very strict with me, and I kept seeing a disparity between their freedom and my lack of it, or how I had all the responsibilities and they had none. And the Catholic Church, all of the rules, and why did I have to wear a dress when they could wear pants? I would say to my dad: 'Will Jesus love me less if I wear pants? Am I going to hell?'
I think that by telling the truth and by attempting to be a good citizen, somehow I've ended up playing with fire. And that's really scary.
I'm very drawn to Eastern Europe, so I like a Hungarian writer who wrote in French called Emil Cioran; he was always good for giving me such a stir.