There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Neither way is better. / Both ways are necessary. / It is also necessary / To make a choice between them.

Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

They don't understand what it is to be awake, / To be living on several planes at once / Though one cannot speak with several voices at once.

The journey, Not the destination matters.