...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them, or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment—what is this, then? I do not ask any more delight—I swim in it, as in a sea.