To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control.

The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-

A good deal of confusion could be avoided, if we refrained from setting before the group, what can be the aim only of the individual; and before society as a whole, what can be the aim only of the group.

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Sand. Everywhere. In the bed, in the shower, all over the floor. Grrrrr.