You work that you may keep peace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

I do not want you to hear that I LOVE you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.

Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.

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

Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord that is called love which can exist between a man and a woman.