There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. 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.

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.

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

There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.

To be a good loser is to learn how to win.