“Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.”

The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.

Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

Have the courage to make room for what you want.

Be a force of love as often as you can and turn away negative thoughts whenever you feel them surface.

There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love; there’s only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.

I will always be in love with love.

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

I think if I keep working in the way that I am, from the heart and from passion and with love, well, the fruits of that will keep coming.

I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.

But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself ?