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

It's not true that life is one damn thing after another; it is one damn thing over and over.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

You wrote me a beautiful letter, I wonder if you meant it to be as beautiful as it was. I think you did; for somehow I know that your feeling for me, however slight it is, is of the nature of love... When you tell me to come, I will come, by the next train, just as I am. This is not meekness, be assured; I do not come naturally by meekness; know that it is a proud surrender to You.

And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.

We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.