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

Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge

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.

What power has love but forgiveness?

In summer, the song sings itself.

No ideas but in things.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.