Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.

It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

Life is the elimination of what is dead.

I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.