Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.

I knew I would read all kinds of books and try to get at what it is that makes good writers good. But I made no promises that I would write books a lot of people would like to read.

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.