I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

A simple I love you means more than money.

Having money isn't everything$$$ not having it is.

The memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

You call it hope — that fire of fire!It is but agony of desire.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.

There are ships sailing to many ports$$$ but not a single one goes where life is not painful.