Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I'm very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.

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

I am happy even before I have a reason.