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To Love Is To Be God. Never Will A Lover's Chest Feel Any Sorrow. Never Will A Lover's Robe Be Touched By Mortals. Never Will A Lover's Body Be Found Buried In The Earth. To Love Is To Be God.

If Something Makes You Happy In This World, You Should Think Of What Will Happen To You If That Thing Were Taken Away.

All Is Known In The Sacredness Of Silence.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.