Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.

I remember in my early 20s when I felt I couldn't live past 30. I was learning how to write. I had a lot of hard work ahead of me.

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?