For men to get all they wish is not the better thing. . . . It is the concern of all men to know themselves and to be sober-minded. . . . A fool is wont to be in a flutter at every word. Yet the guess could be wrong, for Frost does not say these things, however strongly his poems suggest them. At least we know nothing of justice if we know nothing of strife.
Distance is a good thing, and so is admitted difference, even when it sounds like hostility.
For there can be a harmony of separate sounds that seem to be at war with another, but one sound is like no sound at all, or else it is like death. Let each thing know its limits even as it strains to pass them. No limit will ever be passed, since indeed it is a limit. Which does not mean that we shall never stare across the void between ourselves and others. They cannot look out far, They cannot look in deep.