I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.

Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together.

No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.

Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.

As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

No bad man can be a good poet.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.

As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.