The Passion that one Soul hath for God cannot be judged by another.
Souls have neither Sex nor Colour.
To name oneself is the first act of both the poet and the revolutionary.
It is the nature of those books we call classics to wait patiently on the shelf for us to grow into them.
And what if I don't want forgiveness?
Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.