The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art.

Even the idiot may have a message for us

What seems nasty, painful, evil can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind.

A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life. He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment. No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.

By choosing to live above the ordinary level we create extraordinary problems for ourselves.

Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.