Time is the best author. It always writes the perfect ending.

Why should poetry have to make sense?

Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

You'll never find a rainbow if you're looking down.

You'll find that life is still worthwhile, if you just smile.

You need power only when you want to do something harmful, otherwise love is enough to get everything done.

What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.

We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity.

We think too much and feel too little.

We must laugh in the face of our helplessness against the forces of nature - or go insane.

We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that.

To truly laugh, you must be able to take your pain and play with it.