"This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping—page beyond Psalm—Last change of mine and Naomi—to God's perfect…"

"Your machinery is too much for me. You made me want to be a saint."

"The poet is a criminal. He stands against the law."

"The universe is a vast and mysterious place, and we are all part of it."

"The actual experience of the smoked herb has been clouded by a fog of dirty language perpetrated by a crowd of fakers who have not had the experience and yet insist on downgrading it."