All that is not given is lost.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

The first flower that blossomed on this earth was an invitation to an unborn song.

The fundamental desire of life is the desire to exist.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.