Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?

We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.

Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.