Oh my friend, all that you see of me is a shell, the rest belongs to love.

Every moment a taste of that beauty in our mouths, another stashed in a pocket. Impossible to say what: no cypress so handsome, no sunlight, a lonely hiddenness. Other pleasure gathers a crowd, starts a fight, lots of noise there. But soul beauty stays quiet..his amazing whereabouts unknown inside my heart.

To change, you must face the dragon of your appetites with another dragon: the life-energy of the soul.

Nightingales are put in cages because their songs give pleasure. Whoever heard of keeping a crow?

Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence or in absence.

We must die to become true human beings.