Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it until the test comes.

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out.