God is gracious to some very peculiar people.

Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

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.

Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

The word is the making of the world