Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
The heart is the secret inside the secret.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.
Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.