At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.
The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.
What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
Life is the path you beat while you walk it.