I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in a field where I was not a natural.

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you.

It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.