Anyone who genuinely and consistently with both hands look for something, will find it.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

God has allowed some magical reversal to occur, so that you see the scorpion pit as an object of desire, and all the beautiful expanse around it as dangerous and swarming with snakes.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.