Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.

How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.

The best Thing we can do is to make wherever we're lost in Look as much like home as we can.

We must each find our separate meaning in the persuasion of our days until we meet in the meaning of the world.

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.