There never was a war that was not inward.

Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.

O to be a dragon, a symbol of the power of Heaven-of silk-worm size or immense; at times invisible. Felicitous phenomenon!

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.

One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.