Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.

I'm in love with the whole world.

Any time a body goes outside the environmental conditions for which it developed it has to acclimate.

There is no hospitality like understanding.

It's weird how people who are the least close to me or who've never even met me purport to be experts on the real me; and then, sadly, there are those who could be in touch with me but prefer to gossip with strangers about me instead.