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

The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work. I am the grass. I cover all.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.

Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be silent long after you leave it, why not be a little silent now? Hush yourself, noisy little man. Time hushes all: the gong of time rang for you to come out of the hush and you were born. The gong of time will ring for you to go back to the same hush you came from. Winners and losers, the weak and the strong, those who say little and try to say it well, and those who babble and prattle their lives away, time hushes all.

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.