Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.

No child on earth was ever meant to be ordinary, and you can see it in them, and they know it, too, but then the times get to them, and the wear out their brains learning what folks expect, and spend their strength trying to rise over those same folks.

Does anything eat flowers. I couldn't recall having seen anything eat a flower - are they nature's privileged pets?

There is neither a proportional relationship, nor an inverse one, between a writer’s estimation of a work in progress & its actual quality. The feeling that the work is magnificent, & the feeling that it is abominable, are both mosquitoes to be repelled, ignored, or killed, but not indulged.

Dan Gerber is one of our finest living poets.

We live half our waking lives and all of our sleeping lives in some private, useless, and insensible waters we never mention or recall.

Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.