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

Unless aman has trained himself for his chance, the chance will only make him lookridiculous.

I said to the almond tree, ‘'Friend, speak to me of God,’' and the almond treeblossomed.

Artists can color the sky red because they know its blue.those of us who are not artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we are stupid.

To everyanswer you can find a new question.

Greatideas often receive violent opposition from mediocre minds.

Power will intoxicate the best hearts, as wine thestrongest heads. No man is wise enough, nor good enough to be trusted withunlimited power.

An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist

I haveoften regretted my speech, never my silence.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

Pleasure is the sincerest compliment.

... That may appear as the truth to one personwill often appear as untruth to another person. But that need not worry theseeker. Where there is honest effort, it will be realized that what appearedto be different truths are like the countless and apparen