He neither serves nor rules, he transmits. His position is humble and the beauty at the crown is not his own. He is merely a channel. — Paul Klee Copy Share Image
I write poetry because I can’t disobey the impulse; it would be like blocking a spring that surges up in my throat. For a long time I’ve been the servant of the song that comes, that appears and can’t be… — Gabriela Mistral Copy Share Image
