The soul has many motions, body one.

The stones were sharp, The wind came at my back; Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

Be sure that whatever you are is you.

A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.

So much of adolescence is an ill-defined dying, An intolerable waiting, A longing for another place and time, Another condition.