The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.