Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches.

At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the white sheet at five in the afternoon. A frail of lime ready prepared at five in the afternoon. The rest was death, and death alone

I know there is no straight road No straight road in this world Only a giant labyrinth Of intersecting crossroads

If I told you the whole story it would never end...What's happened to me has happened to a thousand woman.

The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.

The day hunger disappears, the world will see the greatest spiritual explosion humanity has ever seen.

Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.