Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.

beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

There can be no whiter whiteness than this one: An insurance man's shirt on its morning run.

She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.

Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you are not ready for day it cannot always be night." You will be right. For that is the hard home-run. Live not for battles won. Live not for the-end-of-the-song. Live in the along.

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.