I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become.

There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?

It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.

Thank everyone who calls out your faults, your anger, your impatience, your egotism; do this consciously, voluntarily.

The only way to seek God is to seek God first. Deny the nayward, affirm the yeaward, be true to those stirrings and motions which He starts in us, refuse priority to all else, and be faithful to the sacred.

Men are apt to idolize or fear that which they cannot understand, especially if it be a woman.