Do not love leisure. Waste not a minute. Be bold. Realize the Truth, here and now!
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.
In a poem the excitement has to maintain itself. I am governed by the pull of the sentence as the pull of a fabric is governed by gravity.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.
Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.
The real spiritual progress of the aspirant is measured by the extent to which he achieves inner tranquility.