Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

With the first step, the number of shapes the walk might take is infinite, but then the walk begins to define itself as it goes along, though freedom remains total with each step: any tempting side road can be turned into an impulse, or any wild patch of woods can be explored. The pattern of the walk is to come true, is to be recognized, discovered.

Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.

Things go away to return, brightened for the passage

Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown

In nature there are few sharp lines