“Welcome, with your lovely greenwood choir, summery month of May for which I long! Like a potent knight, an amorous boon, the green-entangled lord of the wildwood, comrade of love and of the birds, whom lovers remember, and their friend, herald of nine score trysts, fond of exalted colloquies.”

“Amor Fati – “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life.”

“December, herald of destruction,
takes you on a long stroll
through the black torsos of trees
and leaves scorched in autumn’s fire,as if to say: so much then for
your secrets and your treasures,
the fervent trill of small birds,
the promises of summer months.”

“The Lord Jesus is a friend who never changes. There is no fickleness about Him. Those whom He loves, He loves unto the end.”

“Still amorous and fond and billing,
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.”

“Yes, I am a Free Lover. I have an inalienable, constitutional and natural right to love whom I may, to love as long or as short a period as I can; to change that love every day if I please, and with that right neither you nor any law you can frame have any right to interfere.”

“When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.”

“Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.”

“And I would have, now love is over,
An end to all, an end:
I cannot, having been your lover,
Stoop to become your friend!”

“He sees himself in his lover as if in a mirror, not knowing whom he sees, And when they are together, he too is released from pain, and when apart, he longs as he himself is longed for; for reflected in his heart is love's image, which is love's answer. But he calls it, and believes it, not love but friendship…”