What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Have you not learned the most in your life from those with whom you disagreed - those who saw it differently from you?

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it

Surely whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her shall I follow.

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polished breasts of melons. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

Most works are most beautiful without ornament.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?