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

…Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man, Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire; Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted; Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God; Who fear the hand at the window, the fire in the thatch, the fist in the tavern, the push into the canal, Less than we fear the love of God.

Every moment is a fresh beginning.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!

I say to you: Make perfect your will. / I say: take no thought of the harvest, / But only of proper sowing.