Home is where your books are.
Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world.
The Passion that one Soul hath for God cannot be judged by another.
I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.
A dreary censorship, and self-censorship, has been imposed on books by the centralization of the book industry.
I am against censorship. I prefer the chaos of uncontrollable communication of all sorts to selective banning of certain materials. I do not think human beings can be trusted to be above politics and to promote the common good. One group's common good is another group's evil.