But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.

Mediocrity is perhaps due not so much to lack of imagination as to lack of faith in the imagination, lack of the capacity for this abandon.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies.

There comes a time when only anger is love.

Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.