In the novel or the journal you get the journey. In a poem you get the arrival.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

It is sometimes the most fragile things that have the power to endure and become sources of strength.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

It is the place of renewal and of safety, where for a little while there will be no harm or attack and, while every sense is nourished, the soul rests.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.