To hate, to love, to think, to feel, to see; all this is nothing but to perceive.
The beauty of the Catholic church is that it has a sacramental structure that can hold its own with the best out of any tradition. It has a mystical system and content that can hold its own with the best out of Tibet… its an amazing tradition, but I think you need to be critical.
Nine-tenths of our suffering is caused by others not thinking so much of us as we think they ought.
I think one’s feelings waste themselves in words; they ought all to be distilled into actions which bring results.
Thought means life, since those who do not think so do not live in any high or real sense. Thinking makes the man.
I think what gets a poem going is an initiating line. Sometimes a first line will occur, and it goes nowhere; but other times – and this, I think, is a sense you develop – I can tell that the line wants to continue.
If we all think only of our own interests, we are headed for collective disaster – just look at what we are doing to our planet’s climate.
I think the end is endless. It’s either a big black hole or a big white light or both together. But it’s totally meaningless, because even if someone would explain it, I wouldn’t understand it.
In politics people give you what they think you deserve and deny you what they think you want.