We Wake, If Ever At All, To

The Mind Wants The World To Return Its Love, Or Its Awareness; The Mind Wants To Know All The World, And All Eternity, And God.

If You're Going To Publish A Book, You Probably Are Going To Make A Fool Of Yourself.

A Schedule Defends From Chaos And Whim. A Net For Catching Days.

Why Are We Reading, If Not In Hope Of Beauty Laid Bare, Life Heightened And Its Deepest Mystery Probed?

I Woke In Bits, Like All Children, Piecemeal Over The Years. I Discovered Myself And The World, And Forgot Them, And Discovered Them Again.