Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing
Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair; a narrow escape into faith.
Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.
Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me.
The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.