Your house is your larger body.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

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

The soul is an embryo in the body of Man, and the day of death is the Day of awakening, for it is the Great era of labour and the rich Hour of creation.

Am I less man because I believe in a greater man?

What is fear of need but need itself?