I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.
To change, you must face the dragon of your appetites with another dragon: the life-energy of the soul.
Purify your eyes, and see the pure world. Your life will fill with radiant forms.
This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.