“Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.”

Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind it is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.

Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.

Something great is about to happen to me: I’m about to love somebody very much.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

Who knows, my God, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

Time passes quickly when you’re talking to someone whose soul is similar to your own.

Her beauty made you look but her soul was the sun.

Love is meant to inspire you, and add positive energy to your soul. It is not meant to make you feel drained and powerless.

The silence is deep soothing my soul like the sea I drown peacefully.

I hold entire constellations within my soul but all he saw were the stars in my soul.

It would be wrong to say that the soul is an illusion or an ideological effect. On the contrary, it exists, it has a reality.

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls.

My heart isn’t a song of silver and gold, it holds a million graves of solitary souls.