Now I Am Nothing But A Veil;

Love That Stammers, That Stutters, Is Apt To Be The Love That Loves Best.

Many Things Can Wait. Children Cannot. Today Their Bones Are Being Formed, Their Blood Is Being Made, Their Senses Are Being Developed. To Them We Cannot Say "tomorrow." Their Name Is Today.

All Night I Have Suffered; All Night My Flesh Has Trembled To Bring Forth Its Gift. The Sweat Of Death Is On My Forehead; But It Is Not Death, It Is Life!

Love Beauty It Is The Shadow Of God On The Universe

The Poet Is An Untier Of Knots, And Love Without Words Is A Knot, And It Drowns.