Wildness is my suiting scene.

If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs.

Language has not the power to speak what love indites: The soul lies buried in the ink that writes.

I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.

The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.

I ne'er was struck before that hour with love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower and stole my heart away complete

For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

[The official prosecutors] ... were more vengeful on behalf of our injuries than I myself could ever be.

Nurture a balanced perspective and don’t “sweat the small stuff.

Love is the most powerful energy in the Universe.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

We JAH people can make it work.

Reading is where the wild things are.

I shall act as I think my duty requires.

Stuff me in a tutu and let's screen experimental videos all day.

Let your soul be your pilot.

It's kinda hard to be optimistic, When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted.