Tend To Your Vital Heart, And All

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

I Will Find New Meaning In Every Joy And Sorrow.

Submit To Love Without Thinking, As The Sun Rose This Morning Recklessly Extinguishing Our Star-candle Minds.

What I Most Want Is To Spring Out Of This Personality, Then To Sit Apart From That Leaping. I've Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.