And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

It was in my heart to help a little because I was helped much.

God made Truth with many doors to welcome every believer who knocks on them.

Perhaps time’s definition of coal is the diamond.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.