Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

The fact to which we have got to cling, as to a lifebelt, is that it is possible to be a normal decent person and yet be fully alive.

Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!

Since art is merely and ultimately self-expressive, we conclude that the fullest art, the most individual, uninfluenced, unrepressed, uninhibited expression of art is true expression and the true art.

I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.

Everything is holy! everybody's holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman's an angel!

I am learning by the week, but my poesy is still not my own. New rhyme, new me me me in words. I am not all this carven rhetoric.