guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

i remember we all cried like the Missouri when my Uncle Sol's coffin lurched because somebody pressed a button (and down went my uncle Sol and started a worm farm)

i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows

...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.