I wish I could show you...the astonishing light of your own being.
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let's just get out of this mess.
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.