For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

Business today consists in persuading crowds.

The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the land's edge also

Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

Pray for us now and at the hour of our birth.