I feel it now: there's a power in me to grasp and give shape to my world I know that nothing has ever been real without my beholding it. All becoming has need me.

Winning does not tempt that man. This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively, by constantly greater beings.

Someday you will name me, then gently place those burning holy roses in my hair.

I want to love the things as no one has thought to love them.

What we do battle with is so small, what battles us is so large.

Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

What batters you becomes your strength.