This is the true measure of love When we believe that we alone can love That no one could ever have loved so before us And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains rivers cities but to know someone who thinks feels with us who though distant is close to us in spirit this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

If I love you what business is it of yours

Anything you can do or dream you do begin it boldness has genius power and magic in it.

Wild dreams torment me as I lie. And though a god lives in my heart though all my power waken at his word though he can move my every inmost part - yet nothing in the outer world is stirred. thus by existence tortured and oppressed I crave for death I long for rest.