It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

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.

Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.