Faith is not so much a binary pole as a quantum state, which tends to indeterminacy when closely examined.

There's a crystallization that goes on in a poem which the young man can bring off, but which the middle-aged man can't.

The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old, The birds are flown.

How sad, how strange, we make companions out of air and hurt them, so they will defy us, completing creation.

Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.

Photography is the first art wherein the tool does most of the work.

Among the repulsions of atheism for me has been its drastic uninterestingness as an intellectual position.