But The More Poetry One Reads The

Perhaps It Does Not Matter So Very Much What It Is One Loves In This World. But Love Something One Must.

By Health I Mean The Power To Live A Full, Adult, Living, Breathing Life In Close Contact With What I Love - The Earth And The Wonders Thereof - The Sea - The Sun, All That We Mean When We Speak Of The External World. I Want To Enter Into It, To Be Part Of It, To Live In It, To Learn From It, To Lose All That Is Superficial And Acquired In Me And To Become A Conscious, Direct Human Being. I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand Others.

Regret Is An Appalling Waste Of Time.

We Cling To Our Last Pleasures As The Tree Clings To Its Last Leaves.

Who Is To Decide Between 'let It Be' And 'force It'?