Then it is also in my heart to be worthy of your hate.

You progress not through what has been done, but reaching towards what has yet to be done.

Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.

Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.

Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets

love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.