Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are.

In a world of fugitives the one who stays home will seem to be running away

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God. . . . So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.

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.