The secret of it all, is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment – to put things down without deliberation – without worrying about their style – without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote – wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.

Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

Where the earth is, we are.

NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was a child went forth every day, And the first object he looked upon, that object he became.