I Never Wish To Be Easily Defined.

Ours Is A Lost Generation, It May Be, But It Is More Blameless Than Those Earlier Generations.

If Education Tries To Make Other Persons Out Of Us Than We Essentially Are, Deeper Inside, It Stultifies, And Reproach Matters.

It Is Comforting To Reflect That The Disproportion Of Things In The World Seems To Be Only Arithmetical.

I Want In Fact More Of You. In My Mind I Am Dressing You With Light; I Am Wrapping You Up In Blankets Of Complete Acceptance And Then I Give Myself To You. I Long For You; I Who Usually Long Without Longing, As Though I Am Unconscious And Absorbed In Neutrality And Apathy, Really, Utterly Long For Every Bit Of You.

Either The World Is So Tiny Or We Are Enormous; In Either Case, We Fill It Completely.