If all time is eternally present, all time is unredeemable

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

We should not confuse information with knowledge.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable, Patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier; Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyor of commerce; Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges. The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten By the dwellers in cities-ever, however, implacable. Keeping his seasons, and rages, destroyer, reminder Of what men choose to forget. Unhonored, unpropitiated By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.

What is this self-inside us, this silent observer, severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us, and urge us onto futile activity, and in the end, judge us still more severely for the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?

The Nobel is a ticket to one's own funeral. No one has ever done anything after he got it.