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

I slept and I dreamed that life is all joy. I woke and I saw that life is all service. I served and I saw that service is joy.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Knowledge cultivates your seeds and does not sow in your seeds.

You cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it from the heart of the guilty. Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves.

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.