Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul.

Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

I think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .

There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.

Love-buds, put before you and within you, whoever you are, Buds to be unfolded on the old terms; If you bring the warmth of the sun to them, they will open, and bring form, color, perfume, to you; If you become the aliment and the wet, they will become flowers, fruits, tall blanches and trees.

Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.