A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness.

Those who talk of the bible as a monument of English prose are merely admiring it as a monument over the grave of Christianity.

The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.

This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.

At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.

Humankind can't stand too much reality.