Psychiatry is a dirty mirror.

Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.

Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.

Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.