You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.

You shall create beauty not to excite the senses but to give sustenance to the soul.

Love that stammers, that stutters, is apt to be the love that loves best.

Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows.

Now my belly is as noble as my heart.

Let the radiance of my enthusiasms envelop the poor courtyard and the bare classroom. Let my heart be a stronger column and my goodwill purer gold than the columns and gold of rich schools.

I have a faithful joy and a joy that is lost. One is like a rose, the other, a thorn. The one that was stolen I have not lost.