There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

The only friends who are free from cares are the goblet of wine and a book. Give me wine...that I may for a time forget the cares of the world.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

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