The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it seems impossible, and so / All that you need is patience.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.