Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving

...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more beloved.

I have passed the mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the firmament of Complete and unbounded freedom; I am in comfort, I am in peace.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.