People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the c….

when I first began this diary I said I would give a record of my inner life. I begin to wonder if I have said anything about my inner life. What if I….

We could think or feel as we wished toward the characters, or as the poet, discounting history, invited us to; we were the poet's guest, his world wa….

When our thoughts revolve we are so often deceived into supposing that their violent movement is an indication of their vigorous originality, the uph….

I have always disliked the morning, it is too responsible a time, with the daylight demanding that it be 'faced' and (usually when I wake for I wake ….

But it is imperative, for our own survival, that we avoiid one another, and what more successful means of avoidance are there than words? Language wi….