Intelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.
Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades PhilosophiquesEven the rain in its night singing, / the night rain in its forgetting, / is a kind of light.
Thirty-Seven Small Songs & Thirteen SilencesHe would pray...for everyone who knew pain, which meant everyone who wore a human face.
What the Night KnowsI don't know. I got nothing. No house, no people, no place. Maybe that's troubles. Don't I say?
A Walk in the Night and Other StoriesLast night at work, I was short people. I was two midgets and a mute.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For YouLove's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
A Midsummer Night's DreamJesus Christ came into my prison cell last night, and every stone flashed like a ruby.
Samuel Rutherford