Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

I’m crepuscular.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.

A letdown is worth a few songs. A heartbreak is worth a few albums.

What really raises one’s indignation against suffering is not suffering intrinsically, but the senselessness of suffering.

My lips, I’ve used collagen. I line my lips with collagen.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.

Bitterness is cancer – it eats upon the host. It doesn’t do anything to the object of its displeasure.

Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

I have lived long enough to satisfy both nature and glory.

It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

‚Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.

Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.

Doo-wop is special music to me because it’s so straightforward and melody-driven and captures emotions.

A bad man is the sort who weeps every time he speaks of a good woman.

Nothing exists from whose nature some effect does not follow.

Nature does nothing in vain.

Most damage that others do us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought… The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not because of any lack of order in nature.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Most sets of values would give rise to universes that, although they might be very beautiful, would contain no one able to wonder at that beauty.

Elegance is achieved when all that is superfluous has been discarded and the human being discovers simplicity and concentration: the simpler and more sober the posture, the more beautiful it will be.

We are by nature observers, and thereby learners. That is our permanent state.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

I lost some of my friends because I got so famous, people who just assumed that I would be different now. I felt like everyone hated me. That is the most unhappy time of my life.

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we’d all love one another.

I don’t believe in an outside agent that creates the world, then walks away. But I feel very strongly there is an intelligence at work in every flower, in every blade of grass, in every cell of my body. And it is that intelligence that, I wouldn’t say created the universe. It is creating the universe. It’s an ongoing process.

When you’re outside, and everything is highland, it’s like nature has its own sound, and that’s one of my favorite sounds. I really loved sitting still silently outside, in a tree or in a bush, to just think.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

I can say I’d honestly rather be happy than have 30 to 40 songs that I’ve written about these thrilling, exciting, horrible, unhappy times.

It is a curious thing: man, the centre and creator of all science, is the only object which our science has not yet succeeded in including in a homogeneous representation of the universe. We know the history of his bones, but no ordered place has yet been found in nature for his reflective intelligence.

Suffering by nature or chance never seems so painful as suffering inflicted on us by the arbitrary will of another.

I’m no natural beauty. If I’m gonna have any looks at all, I’m gonna have to create them.

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?

All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

If you think you can slander a woman into loving you, or a man into voting for you, try it till you are satisfied.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally. But in some of nature’s forests, the adventurous traveler seems a feeble, unwelcome creature; wild beasts and the weather trying to kill him, the rank, tangled vegetation, armed with spears and stinging needles, barring his way and making life a hard struggle.

We never love a person, but only qualities.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.

He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.

Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.

I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.

Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

The perception of beauty is a moral test.

The best part of beauty is that which no picture can express.

Nature is not human hearted.

I didn’t mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.

Vanity can apply to both insecurity and egotism. So I distance myself, because I feel everything.