“Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons”

“My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am they root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.”

“The brooks flow to their lover, the sea, and the flowers smile at the object of their passion, the light. The mist rolls down to its beloved, the valley. And I? In me is what brooks do not know, what flowers do not hear, what the mist does not apprehend. You see me alone in my love, solitary in my yearning.”

“Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors’.”

“If this is my day of harvest, in what fields have I sowed the seed, and in what unremembered seasons?”

“But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.”

“And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.”