I don't want to hold you hand!

You and I have need of the strongest spell that can be found to wake us from the evil enchantment of worldliness.

Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad.

Are not lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it.

Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.

We must stop regarding unpleasant or unexpected things as interruptions of real life. The truth is that interruptions are real life.

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.