Truly It Is Glorious, Our

God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us, Then Walks With Us Silently Out Of The Night.

Look, Lovers: Almost Separately They Come Towards Us Through The Flowery Grass And Slowly; Parting's So Far From Thought Of, They Indulge The Extravagance Of Walking Unembraced.

There Are Quantities Of Human Beings, But There Are Many More Faces, For Each Person Has Several.

He Reproduced Himself With So Much Humble Objectivity, With The Unquestioning, Matter Of Fact Interest Of A Dog Who Sees Himself In A Mirror And Thinks: There's Another Dog.

Where I Create, There I Am True.