It is slavery to live in the mind unless it has become part of the body

Love is life sharing, not for hurt, Love is alive both not ambiguous. Love is whole life, not an affair.

Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

When you work you fulfill a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born, And what is it to work with love? It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth. It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house. It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit. It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit. Work is love made visible

You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]