There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.