My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.

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.

All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.

All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza-nor that of the women's chorus; it is nearer and farther than they.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

Be curious, not judgmental.