Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

Tell the truth and not the facts.

Love liberates. It doesn't just hold - that's ego. Love liberates. It doesn't bind.

You dwell in whitened castles with deep and poisoned moats and cannot hear the curses which fill your children's throats.

Money and power can liberate only if they are used to do so. They can imprison and inhibit more finally than barred windows and iron chains.

Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighborhood.

Whenever I'm around some who is modest, I think, 'Run like hell and all of fire.' You don't want modesty, you want humility.