Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

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

Seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.