Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

'Tis writ on Paradise's gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate!

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.

God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen."

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.