We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

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

I am! I have come through! I belong!

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?

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.