And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.
Art is our defense against hysteria and death.
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.
In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.
Teach as an old fishing guide takes out a beginner.
Live in a perpetual great astonishment.