things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

One's not half two. It's two are halves of one.

Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.

We can never be born enough.

Take the so-called standard of living. What do most people mean by "living"? They don’t mean living. They mean the latest and closest plural approximation to singular prenatal passivity which science, in its finite but unbounded wisdom, has succeeded in selling their wives.