We speak of the masculine and the feminine, but they are the wrong labels. It is really more a matter of poetry versus intellectualization.

Human beings can reach such desperate solitude that they may cross a boundary beyond which words cannot serve, and at such moments there is nothing left for them but to bark.

I told her, "We have both lost ourselves, but sometimes we reveal the most when we are least like ourselves. I am not trying to think any more. I can't think when I am with you. You are like me, wishing for a perfect moment, but nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a worldly way. Neither one of us can say just the right thing. We are overwhelmed. Let us be overwhelmed. It is so lovely, so lovely. I love you June.

Shame is the lie someone told you about yourself.

The fiery moments of passionate experience are the moments of wholeness and totality of the personality.

The one who travels like a lover searching for a new passion is suddenly blessed with new eyes, new ears, new senses.

Now that I am moving, I am afraid. Where am I going?