“I know not what to do, my mind is divided.”

The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

What cannot be said will be wept.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.

No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.

I do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

Between calculated risk and reckless decision-making lies the dividing line between profit and loss.

I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it. But this separation of consciousness is recognized only after a failure of communication, and our first movement is to believe in an undivided being between us.

Between animal and human medicine, there is no dividing line-nor should there be.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

The intellect always cuts and divides like a pair of scissors. The heart sews things together and unites like a needle. The tailor uses both.

If religion becomes a cause of dislike, hatred and division, it would be better to be without it… Any religion which is not a cause of love and unity is no religion.

If religion becomes a cause of dislike, hatred and division it were better to be without it.

This perception of division between the seer and the object that is seen, is situated in the mind. For those remaining in the heart, the seer becomes one with the sight.