Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

Error is created; truth is eternal.

You become what you behold.

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

Celebrate your existence!

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.