“I must open the little trap-door and let out these linked phrases in which I run together…”

“They sang as if the edge of being were sharpened and must cut, must split the softness of…”

“I am like the foam that races over the beach or the moonlight that falls arrow-like here…”

“Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends, I to my own heart, I to seek…”