You don't realize how people can hate$$$ they can hate so much they'll tear the world to pieces.

Peace demands the most heroic labor and the most difficult sacrifice. It demands greater heroism than war. It demands greater fidelity to the truth and a much more perfect purity of conscience.

Nature is not our enemy$$$ to be raped and conquered. Nature is ourselves$$$ to be cherished and explored.

That's all a man can hope for during his lifetime: to set an example$$$ and when he is dead$$$ to be an inspiration for history.

When your dreams are of some world that never was or of some world that never will be$$$ and you are happy again$$$ then you will have given up.

The road has its own reasons and no two travelers will have the same understanding of those reasons. If indeed they come to an understanding of them at all.

Life is being in bed with you. Everything else is just waiting.

A line is a fuse that's lit.<br>The line smolders$$$ the rhyme explodes<br>and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.

I can't believe that we would lie in our graves wondering if we had spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would lie in our graves dreaming of things that we might have been.

Thus$$$ though we cannot make our sun stand still$$$ yet we will make him run.