I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong and strange.

Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.

The first glance from the eyes of the beloved is like the spirit that moved upon the face of the waters, giving birth to heaven and earth.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Am I less man because I believe in a greater man?

When you love you should not think you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.