Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

The Civil War is not ended: I question whether any serious civil war ever does end.

He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.

When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions.

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

I've been born, and once is enough.