All Unlived Emotions Turn To Inanity.

When You Possess Light Within, You See It Externally.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source.

What I Cannot Love, I Overlook. Is That Real Friendship?

I Gathered Poets Around Me And We All Wrote Beautiful Erotica. As We Were Condemned To Focus Only On Sensuality, We Had Violent Explosions Of Poetry. Writing Erotica Became A Road To Sainthood Rather Than To Debauchery.

We Speak Of The Masculine And The Feminine, But They Are The Wrong Labels. It Is Really More A Matter Of Poetry Versus Intellectualization.