Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.

The joy that isn't shared dies young.

Live or die, but don't poison everything.

In a dream you are never eighty.

Death's in the good-bye.

God owns heaven but He craves the earth.

Need is not quite belief.

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.

It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot.

Even without wars, life is dangerous.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Craft is a trick you make up to let you write the poem.

Be careful of words they can be both daisies and bruises.

Daisies in water are the longest lasting flower you can give to someone. Fact. Buy daisies. Not roses.

It doesnt matter who my father was. It matters who I remember he was.

It doesnt matter who my father was it matters who I remember he was.

Depression is boring I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea a boat that floats home or does not.

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

It is June. I am tired of being brave.

The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

A starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.

Jewels! Today each twig is important, each ring, each infection, each form is all that the gods must have meant.

Nature is full of teeth that come in one by one, then decay, fall out

It is love that walks away and yet we have terrible mouths and soft milk hands. We worry with like. We walk away like love.

Cancer can take away all of my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart, and it cannot touch my soul.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

Style is as much under the words as in the words. It is as much the soul as it is the flesh of a work.

Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

Every true prayer is a prayer of the Church; by means of that prayer the Church prays, since it is the Holy Spirit living in the Church, Who in every single soul 'prays in us with unspeakable groanings'.

Into every soul, however purged and fenced, evil appears to have as much freedom of entrance as God Himself.

I suppose, in a way, this has become part of my soul. It is a symbol of my life. Whatever I have done that really matters, I've done wearing it. When the time comes, it will be in this that I journey forth. What greater honor could come to an American, and a soldier?

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

It's better to have a rich soul than to be rich.

Rude contact with facts chased my visions and dreams quickly away, and in their stead I beheld the horrors, the corruption, the evils and hypocrisy of society, and as I stood among them, a young wife, a great wail of agony went out from my soul.

Drugs will get you out of your own way, but we lived it, and that's dangerous. It can actually turn around on itself and steal your soul, and that's what happened.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Happiness, contentment, the health and growth of the soul, depend, as men have proved over and over again, upon some simple issue, some single turning of the soul.

When I sing, I don't want them to see that my face is black. I don't want them to see that my face is white. I want them to see my soul. And that is colorless.

My purpose... to go on with my heart and soul, devoting all my energies to Girl Scouts, and heart and hand with them, we will make our lives and the lives of the future girls happy, healthy and holy.

Music is the soul of language.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

Dualists hold that body and soul are separate entities and that the soul will continue beyond the existence of the physical body.

Soul has no musical geographical or racial boundaries.

I am prepared to believe that a dry martini slightly impairs the palate, but think what it does for the soul.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.