I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

First thoughts are the strongest.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

Inside skull vast as outside skull

You can't photograph everything.