Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.