I learn by going where I have to go.

Art is our defense against hysteria and death.

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain with its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

To follow the drops sliding from a lifting oar, Head up, while the rower breathes, and the small boat drifts quietly shoreward.

How terrible the need for God.

Time marks us while we are marking time.

Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't.