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

Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom – one brief hour of madness and joy.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I hate commas in the wrong places.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

The real war will never get in the books.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.