Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal.
Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
God is in me or else is not at all.
It is the belief and not the god that counts.
The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.