A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons

Make me, oh God, the prey of the Lion, ere you make the rabbit my prey

Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.

All you have shall some day be given. Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors.

Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the children of my longing that walk naked among these hills, and I cannot withdraw from them without a burden and an ache. It is not a garment I cast off this day, bit a skin that I tear with my own hands... Yet I cannot tarry longer.