There are ten men in me and I do not know or understand one of them.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

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

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

Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.