Peace is a virtual, mute, sustained victory of potential powers against probable greeds
My poems mean what people take them to mean.
An attitude of permanent indignation signifies great mental poverty. Politics compels it votaries to take that line and you can see their minds growing more impoverished every day, from one burst of righteous indignation to the next.
My soul is nothing now but the dream dreamt by matter struggling with itself!
Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.
Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual differences.