Since feeling is first, who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you, wholly to be a fool while spring is in the world, then laugh. lean back in my arms, for life's not a paragraph, and death, I think, is no parenthesis.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

Unbeing dead isn't being alive.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

and it's you whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.