Preston Bryant

“In the green escape of my palace, over a bridge, under a canopy of opalescent light, through there, between dark branches and their shivering leaves, I'm lost in the scent of yellow roses, arrested by the range's filtering light.”
― Etel Adnan, There: In the Light and the Darkness of the Self and of the Other

“Joy knows itself. As children we didn’t even know the word joy, we were joy.”
― Francis Lucille, The Perfume of Silence

“And when this power [Richard Dehmel's poetic power], coursing through his being, reaches his sexuality, it doesn't find quite the pure human being it needs. The world of sexuality it finds is not entirely mature and pure, it is not human enough, only virile, rut, intoxication, restlessness, and weighed down by the old prejudices and arrogance with which men have disfigured and overburdened love. Because he loves only as a man, not as a human being, there is in his sense of sexuality something narrow, seemingly savage, hateful, time-bound, uneternal that diminishes his art and makes it ambivalent and doubtful.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“the night of thought is the light of perception.”
― Evelyn Underhill, Practical Mysticism