The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.

There is only one heart in my body, have mercy on me.

I believe one day the distance between myself and God will / disappear.

Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--

literature will lose, sunlight will win, don't worry.

The humiliation I go through/when I think of my past/can only be described as grace./We are created by being destroyed.

We are created by being destroyed.

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?

Its hard for me to grasp that I might somehow be my fathers equal in any way.

Colour is a power which directly influences the soul.

The sacred souls dream sacred dreams.

Perspective is as simple as answering this question: If I had 5 months to live would I experience this problem differently?

How easy it is to do wrong when there is someone else to blame.

Tragedy is a hell of a teacher. It's much too strict, but it's a hell of a teacher.

Nothing should so occupy the mind of the Christian than discovering God each day.

I'm no innovator. If anything I'm a stealer, or borrower. I've stolen or borrowed from more people than you can shake a stick at.

I've got to play in front of people. If I'm not moved, how can they be moved.

Worry is the last infirmity of the weak-minded.

The problem in this world is not civil disobedience...th e problem in this world is civil obedience.