One Writes Because One Has Been Touched

The World Is Beautiful But Not Sayable. That's Why We Need Art.

A Poem Is An Instant Of Lucidity In Which The Entire Organism Participates.

If I Believe In Anything, It Is In The Dark Night Of The Soul. Awe Is My Religion, And Mystery Is Its Church.

I Was Already Dozing Off In The Shade, Dreaming That The Rustling Trees Were My Many Selves Explaining Themselves All At The Same Time So That I Could Not Make Out A Single Word. My Life Was A Beautiful Mystery On The Verge Of Understanding, Always On The Verge! Think Of It!

Silence Is The Only Language God Speaks.