Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.
You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
For man is by nature an artist.
Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence.