Each man has his own batch of poems.
A fool can throw a stone in a pond that 100 wise men can not get out.
Art attempts to find in the universe, in matter as well as in the facts of life, what is fundamental, enduring, essential.
I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about the journalists; we can only hope that they will die off as the deerflies do towards the end of August.
The spirit knows that its growth is the real aim of existence.
There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.