Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and images… It is not a conscious recording of the day’s experiences ‘freshly and with the appearance of reality’… The writer of imagination would find himself released from observing things for the purpose of writing them down later. He would be there to enjoy, to taste, to engage the free world, not a world which he carries like a bag of food, always fearful lest he drop something or someone get more than he.

beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!

First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else, and if we don't see, hear, taste, smell and feel in this place - not only will we never know anything but the world of sense will be by that much diminished everywhere.

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world

Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.