There is peace even in the storm.

I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

...and then$$$ I have nature and art and poetry$$$ and if that is not enough$$$ what is enough?

As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult$$$ but in fighting the difficulties the inmost strength of the heart is developed.

To suffer without complaint is the only lesson we have to learn in this life.

The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!

Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive$$$ we conclude that the fullest art$$$ the most individual$$$ uninfluenced$$$ unrepressed$$$ uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.

She was his north star$$$ the fixed point round which his world turned. For as long as his heart beat$$$ or hers$$$ he believed they would always share a destiny.

Color which$$$ like music$$$ is a matter of vibrations$$$ reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.