The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Nature and nature’s laws lay hid in night: god said, let newton be! and all was light.

How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”

A rooster crows only when it sees the light. Put him in the dark and he'll never crow. I have seen the light and I'm crowing.

In the flush of love's light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

I'm no wizard, and I don't like being thought of in that light at all. I think of a wizard as being some sort of magician or something, doing something on the sly or something, and I don't want to be thought of in that way.

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. we need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.