When I was quite young I fondly imagined that all foreign languages were codes for English. I thought that "hat," say, was the real and actual name of the thing, but that people in other countries, who obstinately persisted in speaking the code of their forefathers, might use the word "ibu," say, to designate not merely the concept hat, but the English word "hat." I knew only one foreign word, "oui," and since it had three letters as did the word for which it was a code, it seemed, touchingly enough, to confirm my theory.

The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.

The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?

I had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it.

You are wrong if you think that you can in any way take the vision and tame it... The vision is not so much destroyed, exactly, as it is, by the time you have finished, forgotten. It has been replaced by this changeling.

I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains

Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time.