Trees do not force their sap, nor does the flower push its bloom.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.

You must change your life.

And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been

Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.

Do you remember how life yearned out of childhood toward the "great thing?" I see that it is now yearning forth beyond the great thing toward the greater one.

Poetic power is great, strong as a primitive instinct; it has its own unyielding rhythms in itself and breaks out as out of mountains.