All efforts to make politics aesthetic culminate in one thing, war.
Aesthetic life is not something sophisticated – that’s a humanistic lie. Aesthetic life is as integral to being human as building sandcastles on the beach and giving your children names.
Sometimes you have to give people a taste of their own medicine.
Most times, how you treat your children is how they grow up to treat you.
I worship individuals for their highest possibilities as individuals and I loathe humanity for its failure to live up to these possibilities.
Better a cautious commander, and not a rash one.
Whatever a man might do, whatever misery or heartache your children might give you – and they give you a lot – however much your parents irritate you – it doesn’t matter because you love them.
The ‘Third World’ is a term I don’t like very much because we’re all one world. I want people to know that the largest part of humanity is suffering.
Taking care of children has nothing to do with politics. I think perhaps with time, instead of there being a politicization of humanitarian aid, there will be a humanization of politics.
I had to make a choice at one point in my life, of missing films or missing my children. It was a very easy decision to make because I missed my children so very much.
Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me.
People in these places don’t know Audrey Hepburn, but they recognize the name UNICEF. When they see UNICEF their faces light up, because they know that something is happening. In the Sudan, for example, they call a water pump UNICEF.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
Poetry, is a life long war waged against ineffable beauty.
Poets are souls at war with words from battles waged within.
Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.
Terrorism has become a festering wound. It is an enemy of humanity.
My poetry is a declaration of war, not an exordium to defeat. It is not the defeated soldier’s drumbeat of despair, but the fighting warrior’s will to win. It is not the de- spirited voice of dejection but the stirring shout of victory.
We are unnecessarily wasting our precious resources in wars… if we must wage war, we have to do it on unemployment, disease, poverty, and backwardness.
In the euphoria after the Cold War, there was a misplaced notion that the UN could solve every problem anywhere.