“How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?”
“Longing is the agony of the nearness of the distant.”
“We are, all of us, growing volcanoes that approach the hour of their eruption, but how near or distant that is, nobody knows- not even God.”
“[...] leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture.”
“Where do you come from?""From the planet of a distant sun, called Earth.""What for?""I was tired of vulgarity.”
“Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant...”