The trouble was, my feelings for Patch weren't harmless.
Between certainty and the real, an ancient enmity.
The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind's knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.
Justice lacking passion fails, betrays.
Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.
Some questions cannot be answered. They become familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool.
Near even a candle, the visible heat. So it is with a person in love.
Persistent questioning and healthy inquisitiveness are the first requisite for acquiring learning of any kind.
Governor Dean has no policy on Iraq evidently, except 'no. ' 'No' is not a policy.
Very little of my time is spent thinking about poetry, except the time I spend in class.
There are persons who rise through grief and there are persons who fall because of grief.