I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it.

A grave is such a quiet place.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.

I am waylaid by beauty.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

The Englishman foxtrots as he fox-hunts, with all his being, through thickets, through ditches, over hedges, through chiffons, through waiters, over saxophones, to the victorious finish; and who goes home depends on how many the ambulance will accommodate.