[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.

Fanaticism? No. Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go.

There never was a war that was not inward.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.

When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.

The heart that gives, gathers.

Your thorns are the best part of you.