experience is the name every one gives to their mistakes
it’s a German legend.there’s always going to be a mountain in there somewhere
realize that your opinion of the world is also a confession of your character
it's only when you know something about a profession, I think, that you're timid
but he does not talk my talkI cannot feel his mindI see the face and the eyes and the mouthbut not the soul behind
guide the officials. forgive small mistakes. promote men of talent
it's easy to forgive others. try forgiving yourself once in a while
you cannot sleepwalk your way into your destinyyou must wake up, and pay attention
you can never replace anyonewhat's lost is lost
the inessential thing is that the poet is like other men; the essential thing is that, alone among grown-up men, he retains a faculty of pure perception which is usually met only in childhood, madness or in the subject matter of dreams
I fear you may have burdened me with a debt I can never fully repay.Tosh.Name a shrubbery after me. Something prickly and hard to eradicate.
the ego is thus always an inauthentic agency, functioning to conceal a disturbing lack of unity
I admire his lack of persistence.
like a thornin the ear of a tiny beast
of Prometheus and Providence landing on me like all the snow in Texasit's the same word
the long journey of learning to love her, and not his being in love
a love without expectation, calculation or negotiation
deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone
what attracts me is elsewhere and I don't know where that elsewhere is
it gives a point and value to asceticism, without which chastity itself emerges as nothing better than the spiritual pride of old maids
