love is the every only god

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile

Whatever's merely willful, and not miraculous (be never it so skilful) must wither fail and cease - but better than to grow beauty knows no.

The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.

Your head is a living forest full of songbirds.

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.