We Think By Feeling. What Is There

The Stones Were Sharp, The Wind Came At My Back; Walking Along The Highway, Mincing Like A Cat.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

Deep In Their Roots, All Flowers Keep The Light.

What's Important? That Which Is Dug Out Of Books, Or Out Of The Guts?

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.