Shadows...bring softness to every thing. An object and its shadow are softness and hardness. - Eli Siegel

If you like yourself for the wrong reason, you will dislike yourself for the right reason.

The quiet of this afternoon is strange, haunting, awful;
Hear that buzzing in the hot grass, coming from live things; and those crows' cries from somewhere;
There is a sluggish, sad brook near here, too.
The bird is gone now, so graceful, fair as it was, And the sky has nothing but the brightness of air in it.
The clean color of air.
The sun makes it be afternoon here;...

Don't shake the hand of reality with one finger.