You are your own forerunner, and the towers you have builded are but the foundation of your giant-self. And that self too shall be a foundation.

To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.

A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

For love is sufficient unto love.

Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?