Vanna Bonta Quotes - Page 2

Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

Poetry absolves spirituality from the dividedness of religions and provides us with a sanctuary that excludes no one.

A poet's first contract is with truth.

Poets can't worry about popularity since loving life and humanity involves saying what some people don't want to hear.

My body is an avatar.

Human forms are perpetuated through sex, and sex also perpetuates human consciousness.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

Language achieves soul only when it's applied as a tool, used by those who imbue it with what they have had the courage and honesty to perceive and feel.

Our true enemies are: ignorance and limitation.

A cure for War? Furiously spending the same daily amount of money toward making friends. Being an indispensable source of food, shelter, peace, and cultural support dedicatedly spending 9 billion dollars a month on helping people would be a formidable enemy of evil.

There are abundantly more English professors in the world than there are authors.

Nature abhors a vacuum but why do most people hasten to fill in the blanks with garbage.

Gossip can be entertaining: occasionally, I've heard the most fascinating things about myself I never knew.

Don't count your check-ins before they cash.

There is only now. And look! How rich we are in it!

People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.

Always is no Time at all.

Ridicule is a public confession of fear.

Atheism is a religion itself complete with fanatics and bigots.

'Realistic dreamer' is not an oxymoron.

It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.

Truth may sometimes hurt, but delusion harms.

Slander is the tool of cowards.

We can have a World War, I see absolutely no reason why we shouldn't have a World Party.

The people knew what had made them human. It was not their shortcomings, but their hearts.