Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

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