Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing

Be With Those Who Help Your Being.

Poetry Can Be Dangerous, Especially Beautiful Poetry, Because It Gives The Illusion Of Having Had The Experience Without Actually Going Through It.

Oh! Joy For He Who Has Escaped From This World Of Perfumes And Color! For Beyond These Colors And These Perfumes, These Are Other Colors In The Heart And The Soul.

I Am Neither Of The East Nor Of The West, No Boundaries Exist Within My Breast.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.