“They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

Truth is a letter from courage!

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

Love is like the sea. It’s a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it’s different with every shore.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man’s spice-box seasons his own food.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board.

I don’t know any more about the future than you do. I hope that it will be full of work, because I have come to know by experience that work is the nearest thing to happiness that I can find. I want a busy life, a just mind and a timely death.

I love myself when I am laughing. And then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

The present was an egg laid by the past that had the future inside its shell.

Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.

Love, I find, is like singing.

The forest lays in darkness and decay yet our love blossoms.

The moon reminds me of how beautiful darkness is.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

I shined like the moon and stars but it just would never be enough for all you could see was darkness.

I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.

Love flows even within the dark from the things that shine, My darling.

And they wrapped her in darkness until she became it – Lilith.

The spikes of the cactus which grows in my heart, are alike the water lilies that only bloom in the dark.