Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?
The world is wider in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain and Lazarus.
He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.
It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.
Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would have written something. She must not have recognized it. Time to read everything again.
The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.
Silence is not our heritage but our destiny; we live where we want to live.
It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.
I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.
Nature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
Then why did you tell me?
When you write, you lay out a line of words. Soon you find yourself deep in new territory.
The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.
When I first read the words ‘introvert’ and ‘extrovert’ when I was 10, I thought I was both.
Self-consciousness is the curse of the city and all that sophistication implies.
Put yourself out of your misery.
The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel.
We live half our waking lives and all of our sleeping lives in some private, useless, and insensible waters we never mention or recall.
Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.
The Pulitzer is more useful than meaningful.