What then do you call your soul? What idea have you of it? You cannot of yourselves without revelation admit the existence within you of anything but a power unknown to you of feeling and thinking.

Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings to the unknown and returns us to our rational structured selves refreshed.

So poetry becomes a means for useful dialogue between people who are not only unknown but mute to each other. It produces a dialogue among people that guards all of us against manipulation by our so-called leaders.

True poetry is similar to certain pictures whose owner is unknown and which only a few initiated people know.

Peace is that state in which fear of any kind is unknown.

In this respect early youth is exactly like old age it is a time of waiting for a big trip to an unknown destination. The chief difference is that youth waits for the morning limited and age waits for the night train.

Only the unknown frightens men. But once a man has faced the unknown that terror becomes the known.

Once men are caught up in an event they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.

A silent man is easily reputed wise. A man who suffers none to see him in the common jostle and undress of life easily gathers round him a mysterious veil of unknown sanctity and men honor him for a saint. The unknown is always wonderful.

In a sacred ground like marriage you find yourself out of it at certain times for reasons unknown that can be destructive. There could be a demon that kind of comes out and overtakes you.