Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.

I am! I have come through! I belong!

I couldn't see myself filling some definite niche in what is called a career. This was all misty.

Beware of advice-even this.