Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.
In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.
Live in a perpetual great astonishment.
The darkness has it's own light.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.