A mind too active is no mind at all.

In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.

A lively understandable spirit Once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait.

I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.

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

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.