The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mould of the body and mind entire.

No onecan persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that canonly be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either byargument or emotional appeal.

One whodoes not look ahead remains behind.

Aquarrel is like buttermilk: once it's out of the churn, the more you shake it,the more sour it grows.

When weblame, we give away our power.

To like and dislike the same thing, that is, indeed, friendship.

Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it

Power can be taken, but not given. The process of thetaking is empowerment in itself.

Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects.

Do not tell me the problem is a difficult one. If it were not difficult, it would not be a problem

Thego-between wears out a thousand sandals.

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.