The dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.

... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.

Freedom is no guarantee of anything. It is only defined today by what it is not. What it is takes forms strange and of infinite variety - bizarre as in a masquerade.

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

The writer's advantage, in some respects, over those whose expression lies in other fields, is in the privilege of a double - sometimes a triple - living. Pleasure multiplied in the mirrors of words, and pain siphoned off in words.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

New gods arise when they are needed.