The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg.

For a love to grow through the test of everyday living, one must respect that zone of privacy where one retires to relate to the inside instead of the outside.

My house says to me, "do not leave me, for here dwells your past." And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future." And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death change all things."

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains.

You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.