Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.

I've never worked where it was hard to be gay. Besides, being gay is a spectacular irrelevance to getting on with your life.

The extraordinary's the norm.

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone!

And in time it will be as though men had never come to this perfect corner of the world-never called it paradise on earth, never despoiled it with their dream factories; and in the golden hush of the afternoon all that will be heard will be the flittering of dragonflies, and the murmur of hummingbirds as they pass from bower to bower, looking for a place to sup sweetness.

Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite