There are two things children should get from their parents: roots and wings.
Our greatest foes - and whom we must chiefly combat - are within.
The right of a nation to kill a tyrant in case of necessity can no more be doubted than to hang a robber, or kill a flea.
If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.
You’ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut.
To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul.
But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.
They have formed their own 4-H club - the hopeless, hysterical hypochondriacs of history.
The people I distrust most are those who want to improve our lives but have only one course of action.
I do not argue with obstinate men. I act in spite of them.
In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different.
I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.
In my ballets, woman is first. Men are consorts. God made men to sing the praises of women. They are not equal to men: They are better.
By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.
The difficulty is to try and teach the multitude that something can be true and untrue at the same time.
In terms of an identity, an identity reflects an individuality, by definition. And, if there is a quality present, it is recognizable and it can be named. If you can't name it, it means you don't recognize it.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
If we all worked on the assumption that what is accepted as true is really true, there would be little hope of advance.
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
One's only rival is one's own potentialities. One's only failure is failing to live up to one's own possibilities. In this sense, every man can be a king, and must therefore be treated like a king.
The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's; but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.