Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.

Draw near to Nature. Then try like some first human being to say what you see and experience and love and lose.

Huge lemons, cut in slices, would sink like setting suns into the dusky sea, softly illuminating it with their radiating membranes, and its clear, smooth surface aquiver from the rising bitter essence.

Fame, that public destruction of one in process of becoming, into whose building-ground the mob breaks, displacing his stones.

The future must enter you long before it happens.

The most visible joy can only reveal itself to us when we've transformed it, within.