The sea that calls all things unto her cals me, and I must embark.

The best love come from the heart, not from the mouth.

And what word is knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?

Life without Liberty is like a body without spirit. Liberty without thought is like a disturbed spirit.

The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning.

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

They say: 'If a man knew himself, he would know all mankind.' I say: 'If a man loved mankind, he would know something of himself.