Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm – but the harm does not interest them.
What is hell? Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.
If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent if the unheard, unspoken word is unspoken, unheard; still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard, the Word without a word, the Word within the world and for the world; and the light shone in darkness and against the Word the unstilled world still whirled about the centre of the silent Word.