The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

A mind too active is no mind at all.

Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt keeps breathing a small breath.

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.

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

Wake the happy words.

Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.