Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

As I have not worried to be born, I do not worry to die.

To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.

In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.

New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.

The only things that the United States has given to the world are skyscrapers, jazz, and cocktails. That is all. And in Cuba, in our America, they make much better cocktails.

Besides black art, there is only automation and mechanization.

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.

There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them.

The bride the white bride today a maiden tomorrow a wife.

In our eyes the roads are endless. Two are crossroads of the shadow.

All ones personality is embedded in gloves and hats after theyve been good and used. Show me a glove and Ill tell you the character of its owner.

I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense; the ultimate corner of sugar and toast, where the mermaids catch the branches of the willows and the heart opens to a flute's sharpness.

Butterflies are always following me, everywhere I go.

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.

I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special.

Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them.

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

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.

I will try to cram these paragraphs full of facts and give them a weight and shape no greater than that of a cloud of blue butterflies.

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

There were butterflies, otherwise, you're not really ready to play. The locker room, I remember, was quiet and we were very focused on playing that game.

What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?

I get terrible butterflies. Before I go onstage, I'll have to freak out for five minutes. I scream. It seems to help!

After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.

It's so bizarre, I'm not scared of snakes or spiders. But I'm scared of butterflies. There is something eerie about them. Something weird!

First round of the tournament being a Major, I think the butterflies were a little different than that.

Realize what you really want. It stops you from chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.

If there is one creature that represents my essence, it's butterflies.

Well, again working strictly to the film, where you had this lovely, lovely land of brightness and color. And everybody is smiling and happy and butterflies flitting around and it was that kind of image that, it was like a dream world, really.

Everyone is like a butterfly, they start out ugly and awkward and then morph into beautiful graceful butterflies that everyone loves.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain.

Literature and butterflies are the two sweetest passions known to man.

I also had this artist friend who'd paint butterflies and things like that on my head.

I still get butterflies when England are playing.

The sound of a million butterflies flapping their wings is indescribable. It's very heavenly.

Because women still earn just 77 cents for every dollar men make. Those pennies add up to real money.

The giant white cube is now impeding rather than enhancing the rhythms of art. It preprograms a viewer's journey, shifts the emphasis from process to product, and lacks individuality and openness. It's not that art should be seen only in rutty bombed-out environments, but it should seem alive.

That's the thing that we said about the horn before: it's a focus issue. It's like a singer versus a drummer. If a drummer's playing a drum beat, and a singer starts singing, what do you think the audience is going to do?

The methods of peace propaganda which aim at establishing peace doctrine by argument and by creating a feeling favorable to peace in general seem to fall short of reaching the springs of human action and of dealing with the causes of the conduct which they seek to modify.

Taking away the risk from the financial sector and taking it on to the public shoulders is not the right approach.

Well, logos is science or reason, something that helps us to function practically and effectively in the world, and it must therefore be closely in tune and reflect accurately the realities of the world around us.

Once I turned 40, my whole life changed in the most mature - not boring way but much cooler way. I feel much more like an adult.