The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
Willa Cather
This is what I believe: that I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go.
D.H. Lawrence
