The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.

No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids/Sprouting despondently at area gates.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope of the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet fath. But the faith, and the love, and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

If you desire to drain to the dregs the fullest cup of scorn and hatred that a fellow human being can pour out for you, let a young mother hear you call dear baby 'it.'