Where Joy In An Old Pencil Is

I Tell The Gods Are Still Alive / And They Are Not Consoling.

When I Am Working I Immediately Feel Hopeful.

There Is A Wilder Solitude In Winter When Every Sense Is Pricked Alive And Keen.

I Have Sometimes Wondered Also Whether In People Like Me Who Come To The Boil Fast (soupe Au Lait, The French Call This Trait, Like A Milk Soup That Boils Over) The Tantrum Is Not A Built-in Safety Valve Against Madness Or Illness. ... The Fierce Tension In Me, When It Is Properly Channeled, Creates The Good Tension For Work. But When It Becomes Unbalanced I Am Destructive. How To Isolate That Good Tension Is My Problem These Days. Or, Put In Another Way, How To Turn The Heat Down Fast Enough So The Soup Won't Boil Over!

Being Very Rich As Far As I Am Concerned Is Having A Margin. The Margin Is Being Able To Give.