“Fierce midnights and famishing morrows, And the loves that complete and controlAll the joys of the flesh, all the sorrowsThat wear out the soul.”

“The Love of a lonely wolf,full of secrets and strange midnights-drawn out of the darknessfrom hills thick with black oaksvalleys riddled with riddles-that love is sharper than a bed of thistles;each kiss pares away flesh. The love of a wolfcan eat you up all the better.”

“She was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. She was his soul mate and his wife, and all he wanted was to bring her joy. He was consumed by his adoration of her.”

“The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn your soul deceased.”

“If there isn't an emanation of love and joy, complete presence and openness toward all beings, then it is not enlightenment.”

“Once the soul looked contemptuously upon the body, and then that contempt was the supreme thing: - the soul wished the body lean, monstrous, and famished. Thus it thought to escape from the body and the earth. But that soul was itself lean, monstrous, and famished; and cruelty was the delight of this soul! So my brothers, tell me: What does your body say about your soul? Is not your soul poverty and filth and miserable self-complacency?”