Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Poetry is statement of a series of equations, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors, pools, skies, the only never-changing sign being the sign of infinity.

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

An expert is a damn fool a long way from home.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.