A world is to be fought for, sung, and built: Love must imagine the world.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.

the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same.

Nourish beginnings, let us nourish beginnings. Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.