Wild Sings The Bird Of The Heart

Whoever You Are, No Matter How Lonely, The World Offers Itself To Your Imagination.

So Every Day So Every Day I Was Surrounded By The Beautiful Crying Forth Of The Ideas Of God, One Of Which Was You.

When It's Over I Don't Want To Wonder If I Have Made Of My Life Something Particular, And Real.

Be Good-natured And Untidy In Your Exuberance.

I Have A Notebook With Me All The Time, And I Begin Scribbling A Few Words. When Things Are Going Well, The Walk Does Not Get Anywhere; I Finally Just Stop And Write.