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

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

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 dead elm leaves hung like folded bats.

New gods arise when they are needed.