The Body Is A Universe In Itself

Read Between The Lines.then Meet Me In The Silence If You Can.

In A Total Work, The Failures Have Their Not Unimportant Place.

For After All We Make Our Faces As We Go Along.

In Poetry Compromise Is Fatal. In Action Of Any Cooperative Sort It Is Inevitable. The Thing Is To Find The Balance.

We Have To Make Myths Of Our Lives, The Point Being That If We Do, Then Every Grief Or Inexplicable Seizure By Weather, Woe, Or Work Can-if We Discipline Ourselves And Think Hard Enough-be Turned To Account, Be Made To Yield Further Insight Into What It Is To Be Alive, To Be A Human Being.