I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

A beautiful body perishes, but a work of art dies not.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful. Good words are not persuasive; persuasive words are not good.

When ideas fail, words come in very handy.

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

In writing, I apply my feminine side and respect the mystery involved in creation.

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.

The beauty of me being on stage is I have a voice.

Beauty without expression is boring.

Whenever something went wrong when I was young – if I had a pimple or if my hair broke – my mom would say, ‚Sister mine, I’m going to make you some soup.‘ And I really thought the soup would make my pimple go away or my hair stronger.

No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Why need I volumes, if one word suffice?

A sense of the universe, a sense of the all, the nostalgia which seizes us when confronted by nature, beauty, music – these seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.

God doesn’t love me any more or less because I had some work done on my face.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don’t go away, they just echo around.

As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.

Beauty is the bait which with delight allures man to enlarge his kind.

The internal machinery of life, the chemistry of the parts, is something beautiful. And it turns out that all life is interconnected with all other life.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I’ll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don’t taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Humor has justly been regarded as the finest perfection of poetic genius.

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

A masterpiece is something said once and for all, stated, finished, so that it’s there complete in the mind, if only at the back.

For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.

It’s not easy to define poetry.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

There are no such things as Flowers there are only gladdened Leaves.

Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.

He who speaks without modesty will find it difficult to make his words good.

There are a lot of self-imposed restrictions by people who somehow believe they have to fall in with a certain military cant. There was always a sense that we had to put things into words that would touch our troops‘ hearts, not just their heads.

And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.

You don’t have to be a renowned artist like Q-Tip to try your hand at poetry. You don’t need any special equipment – that’s the beauty of it.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

I don’t think I’ve ever read poetry, ever. I’m not really book-smart.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.

No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.

There are certain shades of limelight that can wreck a girl’s complexion.

I like not fair terms and a villain’s mind.

Ten people who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.

It’s funny because I’ve made a living off of words, but words get in the way of what you really want to say.

Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don’t see what goes on underground – as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don’t see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

I don’t think I could live without hair, makeup and styling, let alone be the performer I am. I am a glamour girl through and through. I believe in the glamorous life and I live one.

I think computer viruses should count as life. I think it says something about human nature that the only form of life we have created so far is purely destructive. We’ve created life in our own image.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

I don’t know that much about who directs what movies, but I’m definitely inspired by the look of old movies; I find them to be really beautiful.

Our words will either bring life and victory or death and destruction. If we want to be happy, we have to be serious about speaking words of life that line up with God’s Word.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

I started out in life as a poet; I was only writing poetry all through my 20s. It wasn’t until I was about 30 that I got serious about writing prose. While I was writing poems, I would often divert myself by reading detective novels; I liked them.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

I learn poetry, learn text, and that really keeps you alive.

Africa is probably one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.