A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

Poetry is a mug's game.

You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends, And how, how rare and strange it is, to find In a life composed so much, so much of odds and ends, (For indeed I do not love it ... you knew? you are not blind! How keen you are!) To find a friend who has these qualities, Who has, and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you- Without these friendships-life, what cauchemar!

The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.

Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.