What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.

If you remember only one thing I've said, remember that an idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. If you have never made a good metaphor, then you don't know what it's all about.

The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load.

The beauty of enmity is insecurity; the beauty of friendship is in security.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race