It Is Dark Now. The Snow Is

Deep Down There Was Understanding, Not Of The Facts Of Our Lives So Much As Of Our Essential Natures.

For To Be Desperate Is To Discover Strength. / We Die Of Comfort And By Conflict Live.

I Can Understand People Simply Fleeing The Mountainous Effort Christmas Has Become... But There Are Always A Few Saving Graces And Finally They Make Up For All The Bother And Distress.

I Am Furious At All The Letters To Answer, When All I Want To Do Is Think And Write Poems. ... I Long For Open Time, With No Obligations Except Toward The Inner World And What Is Going On There.

Public Education Was Not Founded To Give Society What It Wants. Quite The Opposite.