Whatever peace I know rests in the natural world, in feeling myself a part of it, even in a small way.
I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.
It feels a long way up and down from zero.
It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.
You will always be here with me; As long as I live, A towering figure of love.
The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the creative is the desire to kill. It is the old war between the mystic and the nonmystic, a war to the death.