Poems List

If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.

Religions must continue to evolve to keep up with changing times, because only fittest shall survive.

We are one, after all, you and I. Together we suffer, together exist, and forever will recreate each other.

The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age -- what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.

The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of oneself to others.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

Evolution is gaining the psychic zones of the world... life, being and ascent of consciousness, could not continue to advance indefinitely along its line without transforming itself in depth. The being who is the object of his own reflection, in consequence, of that very doubling back upon himself becomes in a flash able to raise himself to a new sphere.

Unless you choose to do great things with it, it makes no difference how much you are rewarded or how much you have.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

They are best dressed, whose dress no one observes.

The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.

In a mad world only the mad are sane.

It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist.

Someday, after mastering winds, waves, tides and gravity, we shall harness the energy of love; and for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

Book love... is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.

You are not a human being in search of a spiritual experience. You are a spiritual being immersed in a human experience.

Inflation continues till common man is completely sucked out of money, then recession sets in and continues till he becomes suckable again.

Love alone can unite living beings so as to complete and fulfill them... for it alone joins them by what is deepest in themselves. All we need is to imagine our ability to love developing until it embraces the totality of men and the earth.

The satirist who writes nothing but satire should write but little -- or it will seem that his satire springs rather from his own caustic nature than from the sins of the world in which he lives.

I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

Genius is eternal patience.