The rebel can never find peace. He knows what is good and, despite himself, does evil. The value which supports him is never given to him once and for all — he must fight to uphold it, unceasingly. – Albert Camus
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
Having too many things about us is a certain confusion to the intellect. – Oscar C. McCullouch, “The Piety of the Intellect,” sermon, Plymouth Congregation
For a poet to depict a poet in poetry is a hazardous experiment in regarding ones own trade a sense of humour and a little wholesome cynicism are not amiss. – Edward Dowden
