Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, wil….

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou..

The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy..

Don't cry upon you losses Don't mesure today with tommorows Don't trust to passed and coming day Believe in now - and be happy today..

If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?.

So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love..

Here's to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does..

Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us epheme….

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!.

When you are so full of sorrow that you can't walk, can't cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight ….

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird i….

A Moment's Halt-a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste- And, Lo! the phantom Caravan has reach'd The NOTHING it set out from. Oh,….

Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years..

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love..

The Revelations of Devout and Learn'd Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrad….

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd Of the Two Worlds so wisely - they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scatt….

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read..

I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain;….

I came like Water, and like Wind I go..

For in and out, above, about, below, 'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures co….

A hair divides what is false and true..