Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you're a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you're nobody-but-yourself.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.

Seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here.