There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

Destroy yourself, if you don't know!

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.

it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles

But it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it.

I embraced a cloud but when I soared it rained.

It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.