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

Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

For love is sufficient unto love.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.