“Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.”

I am the man, I suffered, I was there.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

Be not ashamed women, You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.

I and this mystery, here we stand.

The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him – it cannot fail.

These are the days that must happen to you.

The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

The art of art is simplicity.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.

The truth is simple. If it was complicated, everyone would understand it.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.

The habit of giving only enhances the desire to give.

Forsake all inhibitions, Pursue thy dreams.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

The whole purpose of the universe is unerringly aimed at one thing – you.

I want to fight for you but I do not know how and the battle was lost long before it began.

There is an empty place in my heart where i’ll grow a garden using the love you’ve planted.

Never stop loving me.

I’m your spark and you are mine.

Tell her over and over until she’ll never be able to forget how pretty she is.

The way you look at me, The way you make me feel whole, The way you make me feel safe, thats poetry to me.

Drank about you last night, hungover you this morning.

I could spend my whole day with you & still miss you the moment you leave.