“Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name? ”

“Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.”

“Love has a tide!”

“When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.”

“I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.”

“O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.”

“Listen to the air. You can hear it, feel it, smell it, taste it. Woniya wakanthe holy airwhich renews all by its breath. Woniya, woniya wakanspirit, life, breath, renewalit means all that. Woniyawe...”

“To the untutored sage, the concentration of population was the prolific mother of all evils, moral no less than physical. He argued that food is good, while surfeit kills; that love is good, but lu...”

“The following twenty years would be the nadir of American Indian history, as the total Indian population between 1890 and 1910 fell to fewer than 250,000. (It was not until 1917 that Indian births ...”

“I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”

“Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like b...”

“It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of ANNABEL LEE;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be love...”

“Creativity is the state of consciousness in which you enter into the treasury of your innermost being and bring the beauty into manifestation. (p.232)”

“Do you think I'm pretty?I think you're beautifulBeautiful?You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.”

“As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”