Should We Say The Self, Once Perceived,

Being, Not Doing, Is My First Joy.

A Mind Too Active Is No Mind At All.

To Follow The Drops Sliding From A Lifting Oar, Head Up, While The Rower Breathes, And The Small Boat Drifts Quietly Shoreward.

When I Go Mad, I Call My Friends By Phone: I Am Afraid They Might Think They're Alone.

What Falls Away Is Always. And Is Near.