Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

Such was a poet and shall be and is -who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand.

Really unreal world, will you perhaps do the breathing for me while I am away?

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid