Wake the happy words.
What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.
A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.
The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
A mind too active is no mind at all.
And what a congress of stinks!- Roots ripe as old bait, Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich, Leaf mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks, Nothing would give up life: Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.