Revision is not going back and fussing around, but going forward into the process of creation

Solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people... precludes awareness of one's self so that after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.

And one cold starry night / Whatever your belief / The phoenix will take flight / Over the seas of grief / To sing her thrilling song / To stars and waves and sky / For neither old nor young / The phoenix does not die.

The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!

They are commiting murder who merely live.

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.