Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they hav….

Here they are, all in one place. Circle back to them when you need some poetic shine. It is not revolutions and upheavals that clear the road to bet….

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

In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. ….

I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness..

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed..

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned..

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is alwa….

Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continue….

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge i….

The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman..

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea tha….

Gregariousness is always the refuge of mediocrities, whether they swear by Soloviev or Kant or Marx. Only individuals seek the truth, and they shun t….

If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself..

Good-bye... why am I hemorrhaging ?.

And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoye….

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 dr….

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..

Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It b….

A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one's own digestion is a sure way to upset the stomach. Con….

Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them..