If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?

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.

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

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?

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

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.