She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
What a gulf between impression and expression! That’s our ironic fate-to have Shakespearean feelings and (unless by some billion-to-one chance we happen to be Shakespeare) to talk about them like automobile salesmen or teen-agers or college professors. We practice alchemy in reverse-touch gold and it turns into lead; touch the pure lyrics of experience, and they turn into the verbal equivalents of tripe and hogwash.
A lonely impulse of delight
Possession of wealth is not the happiness but expression of gratitude for the possession is the happiness.
We are the wilderness within
Screaming out for true expression.
Even when we’re sleeping,
There’s no escape from this obsession.
…his words – the gift of expression, the bewildering, the iluminating, the most exalted and the most contemptible, the pulsating stream of light or the deceitful flow from the heart of an impenetrable darkness.
The right words to express oneself can never be found in any dictionary.
The greatest thing about our times is that you don’t need permission to express yourself the way you wish. Sometimes people tell themselves they can’t do it, because they’re missing this or that, but historically, specialization is a recent convention. Most of us are born natural polymaths.
If you have the words, there’s always a chance that you’ll find the way.
It is clear we exist in an abundant living Universe that knows no restriction-only the impulse to eternally expand with no limits or boundaries, perpetually becoming more of what it is and can ever be-star-stuff . . . Life, pushing out by creating light and matter from within itself, shaping and giving form to itself, exquisitely clothing itself in an infinite and unique number of ways.