Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.

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

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.