Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.
I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Every harlot was a virgin once.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.