I know you by your willingness.

The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone.

Poetry wants to make things mean more than they mean, says someone, as if we knew how much things meant, and in what unit of measure.

Metaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy.

But here I hold your dream in my poem.

Curled up in bed, I’m young in the old way.

We are all full of discourses that we only half understand and half mean.

The crowd is made of little gods, and there is still no heaven.

The fear that all this will end. The fear that it won't.

We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love.

clarity need not be equivalent to / readability. How readable is the world?

For many of us, it's just one thing standing in our way of completely following Jesus.

I would remind my countrymen that they are to be men first, and Americans only at a late and convenient hour.

There is one river of Truth which receives tributaries from every side.

We're losing all our jobs. Look at Indiana. One of the reasons I won Indiana is because Carrier just announced they are leaving for Mexico.

No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.

Keep working on a plan. Make no little plans. Make the biggest plan you can think of and spend the rest of your life carrying it out.

Adversity is a stimulus.

Learn from the masses, and then teach them.

Once you find that peace, that place of peace and quiet, harmony and confidence, that's when you start playing your best.

Im running in a race and people are on the other track, I'm running with myself