Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.

Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ."

In the same way, you were happy in spring, With the half colors of quarter-things, The slightly brighter sky, the melting clouds, The single bird, the obscure moon- The obscure moon lighting an obscure world Of thing that would never be quite expressed, Where you yourself were never quite yourself And did not want nor have to be.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American -- on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.