Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.

Until the missing story of ourselves is told, nothing besides told can suffice us: we shall go on quietly craving it.

We wait, all, for a story of us that shall reach to where we are. We listen for our own speaking; and we hear much that seems our speaking, yet makes us strange to ourselves.

The problem of good and evil is not the problem of good and evil, but only the problem of evil. In opposition to good there are evil characters, but there are no good characters in opposition to evil. Evil is arguable, but good is not. Therefore the Devil always wins the argument.

Nature is what you don't have to trouble about. It looks after itself.

Conversation succeeds conversation, Until there's nothing left to talk about Except truth, the perennial monologue, And no talker to dispute it but itself.

I believe that misconceptions about oneself that one does not correct where possible act as a bad magic.