Quotes from William Sharp

The desire of love, Joy:The desire of life, Peace:The desire of the soul, Heaven:The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.

My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.

The swift years slip and slide adown the steep; The slow years pass; neither will come again.

The air is blue and keen and cold, With snow the roads and fields are white; But here the forest's clothed with light And in a shining sheath enrolled. Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass, Seems clad miraculously with glass: Above the ice-bound streamlet bends Each frozen fern with crystal ends.

O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing: O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing. Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still, But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

Love is a beautiful dream.

In the beginning said a Persian poet - Allah took a rose a lily a dove a serpent a little honey a Dead Sea apple and a handful of clay. When he looked at the amalgram - it was a woman.