“Pardon all runners,All speechless, alien winds,All mad waters.Pardon their impulses,Their wild attitudes,Their young flights, their reticence.When a message has no clothes onHow can it be spoken.”
“Dream not...of having tasted all the grandeur & wildness of Fancy, till you have gone mad.”
“Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.”
“I know the Lord has a plan for us all, but sometimes, I just don't understand what the message can be.”
“Pardon's the word to all.”
“We are all human; therefore, nothing human can be alien to us.”