And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching
In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.
Every moment is a new and shocking transvaluation of all we have ever been.
Accident is design / And design is accident / In a cloud of unknowing.
Every moment is a fresh beginning.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.