Poetry Heals The Wounds Inflicted By Reason.

Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Perceptibility Is A Kind Of Attentiveness.

Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

There Is But One Temple In The World, And That Is The Body Of Man. Nothing Is Holier Than This High Form. Bending Before Men Is A Reverence Done To This Revelation In The Flesh. We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body.

The Mysterious Path Goes Inward. It Is In Us, And Not Anywhere Else, Where The Eternity Of The Worlds, The Past And The Future Are Found.