Philosophical Sayings

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body!

There can only be satisfaction in knowing that everyone plays a role and everything acts in perfect balance. Illusion is dangerous, ultimately poisonous. The blank infinity of dreams forever to be tempered with reality.

There's an end to suffering when you understand the openness of things. And that the way out would be to have a right view of it, (that is an understanding of the whole situation, the whole transitory situation), a right view, then the right ambition…

I had this funny idea, yeah what if there were peace. yeah you know then how are they ever going to clean it up you know the disorder that's been created by the Serbians. and by Muslims who have blood on their hands and the Croatians all of them have…

I think that's thy poison of poetry and I think that's the poison of political activity. As soon as you've got an obligation, you're a prisoner of an obligation, you're no longer actually reacting openly to what you see in front of you as reality.

What's sacred when the Thing is all the universe?

A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.

Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers.

America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.

I feel my life is sterile, I am unbloomed, unused, I have nothing I can have that I will ever want, only some love, only dearness and tenderness, to make me weep. I am moved now and sad and unhappy beyond cold unhappiness, beyond any inconvenience th…

The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world.

Thank God I am not God! Thank God I am not God!

To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

Every American wants MORE & MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more & more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as mor…