He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.