I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars.

Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

I don't want to die without any scars.

"A wind starts to blow, without feelings

Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music; the idea, without the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.

Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy.

She was remembering His gaze, those deep pools of blue, crystalline in nature, peering deep into her soul. She remembered the first night she had looked into that darkness ? no, into that light in his eyes ? they were level and straight, kind and compassionate, without any ado, Her hands in His, offerings of comfort and concern for Her station, the concern she felt for those close to Her, each to their own heaven or hell, and the law of attraction began to build.

"Life without strife is a rose without thorns.

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.

"I am Cassandra-she who, without asking

"Without thinking, I knelt in the grass, like someone meaning to pray.

A poem was a box for your soul. That was the point. It was the place where you could save bits of yourself, and shake out your darkest feelings, without worrying that people would think you were strange. While I was writing, I would forget myself and everyone else; poetry made me feel part of something noble and beautiful and bigger than me. [...] I slid them under the carpet as soon as they were done, all the images and rhymes wrestled into place. By the time I had copied them out, I found I had memorized every line. Then they would surprise me by surging through me, like songs I knew by heart.

Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit.

"She talks with wolves, without knowing what sort of beasts they are:

For our generation walks as in Hades, without the divine.

Any healthy man can go without food for two days--but not without poetry.

"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

"How can I live without thee, how forego

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

The moment you say no to any opportunity without listening, you lose all chances of winning.

A man gets older, he said, he finds they's lots of things he can do jest as well without and so he don't have to worry about this and that the way a young feller will. I worked near all my life and never had nothin. Seems like a old man'd be allowed his rest but then he comes to find they's things you have to do on account of nobody else wants to attend to em.