What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
A poem is no place for an idea.
Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth.
Sometimes you can't see yourself clearly until you see yourself through the eyes of others.
Deeds, not words shall speak me.
Never feel self-pity, the most destructive emotion there is. How awful to be caught up in the terrible squirrel cage of self.
He was one of those men who think that the world can be saved by writing a pamphlet.