As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.

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

What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

But the sea which no one tends is also a garden