There will soon be no more priests... They may wait awhile, perhaps a generation or two, dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest.

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...

Of all mankind the great poet is the equable man. Not in him but off from him things are grotesque or eccentric or fail of their sanity.

Behold I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.

I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?