"An intellectual hatred is the worst, So let her think her opinions are accursed. Have I not seen the loveliest woman born, Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn, Because of her opinionated mind, Barter that horn and every good, By quiet natures understood, For an old bellows full of angry wind?" W.B. Yeats
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things. Mary Oliver
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