The Untouching Memory of Touch (1)

Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing./ Its careful touch, deciphering forms from shapes,/ Still suggests form as aught whose proper being/ Mere finding touch with erring darkness ...

I Look with Inner Eyes Afraid to Look (2)

Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling/ From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving,/ Who with feared longing half would know, dissembling/ With what he'd wish proved what he fears soon pro...

A Nightly Thought of Day (3)

We are born at sunset and we die ere morn,/ And the whole darkness of the world we know,/ How can we guess its truth, to darkness born,/ The obscure consequence of absent glow?/ Only the stars do tea...

Every Moment Has a Thought To Ask (4)

How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,/ When the miserly press of each day's need/ Aches to a narrowness of spilled distraction/ My soul appalled at the world's work's time-greed?/ How can I...



On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."