All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy, Devote your income and labor to others... And your very flesh shall be a great poem.

The art of art, the glory of expression, is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity, and the sunlight of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity-nothing can make up for excess, or for the lack of definiteness.

And as to me, I know nothing else but miracles

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.