Be sure that whatever you are is you.

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.

I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.

A mind too active is no mind at all.

I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.