I find the weight of air/Almost too great to bear.

Love is a force.... It is not a result; it is a cause. It is not a product; it produces.

The collector walks with blinders on; he sees nothing but the prize. In fact, the acquisitive instinct is incompatible with true appreciation of beauty.

One writes not to be read but to breathe...one writes to think, to pray, to analyze. One writes to clear one's mind, to dissipate one's fears, to face one's doubts, to look at one's mistakes--in order to retrieve them. One writes to capture and crystallize one's joy, but also to disperse one's gloom. Like prayer--you go to it in sorrow more than joy, for help, a road back to 'grace'.

When I cannot write a poem, I bake biscuits and feel just as pleased.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

war is a thug's game. The thug strikes first and harder. He doesn't go by rules and he isn't afraid of hurting people.