If I had the use of my body, I would throw it out the window.

Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps.

All poetry, as discriminated from the various paradigms of prosody, is prayer.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.

Love requited is a short circuit.

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.