“A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.”

“Health is not to be mistaken for mere existence. It is the balance of the body, mind and self... there rests the mind. If the breath scatters, the mind wanders. If mind wanders, the breath scatters. So still the breath to still the mind. Mind is the king.”

“I have gone into the waste lonely places
Behind the eye.”

“All of my own impulses to balance and move seemed to conflict with those of the guards, and I was jerked and jostled down the portico, just as graceful as a sick cat.”

“Don’t waste your breath because it’s too late, it’s too late”

“If you're tolerating sin in your life, my friend, don't waste your breath praying unless it's a prayer of confession.”

“Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seemed he —
Oh, lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C!
That he, who many a year, with toil of breath,
Found death in life, may here find life in death.”

“I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and every time I come back here I know that all I've done is to waste my life.”

“A lonely impulse of delight”

“My bay had lightning stripes all over him and his mane was cloud. And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.”