He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.

He is short-sighted who looks only on the path he treads and the wall on which he leans.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

My proof convinces the ignorant, and the wise man's proof convinces me. But he whose reasoning falls between wisdom and ignorance, I neither can convince him, nor can he convince me.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

That deepest thing, that recognition, that knowledge, that sense of kinship began the first time I saw you,and it is the same now - only a thousand times deeper and tenderer. I shall love you to eternity. I loved you long before we met in this flesh. I knew that when I first saw you. It was destiny. We are together like this and nothing can shake us apart.