Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

To be full of being is to live as a body-soul. One name for the experience of full being is joy.

Some women tend to bring insults into a little show you put forth to make them laugh, but they later accuse you of some abnormality if you keep them at arms length in order to...

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm likeworship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, theirsongs never cease....

Jaunting off together towards the bedroom doorway, they cast off their clothes, like caps at graduation.

My cheeks are red hot,my lip still trembles,because I sent my heartto speak; every word of itdelusional and awkward,an exuberance, an abrupt sound.That’s how I spoke, oh, it stillshows on my hot cheeksI’m now carrying...