The thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.

Whenever I get somewhere, a poet has been there first.

If a plant cannot live according to its nature, it dies; and so a man.

We do no one any favors hiding our light and pretending to be smaller than we are.

I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen. There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book. While time, The endless idiot, runs screaming 'round the world.

The center leads to love. Soul opens the creation core. Hold on to your particular pain. That too can take you to God.

Dear God, I cannot love Thee the way I want to. You are the slim crescent of a moon that I see and myself is the earth's shadow that keeps me from seeing all the moon. The crescent is very beautiful and perhaps is all one like I am should or could see; but what I am afraid of, dear God, is that my self shadow will grow so large that it blocks the whole moon, and that I will judge myself by the shadow that is nothing.