Life is the mistress to be wooed.
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.
As one's gifts increase, his friends decrease.
Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.