The universe is illusion merely, not one speck of it real, and we are not only its victims, falling always into or smashed by a planet slung by the sun-but also its captives, bound by the mineral-made ropes of our senses.
I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains
Adverbs are a sign that you've used the wrong verb.
Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we sense them.
You can't test courage cautiously, so I ran hard and waved my arms hard, happy.
How you spend your days is how you spend your life.