An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.

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

Where in this small-talking world can I find A longitude with no platitude?

What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

Equality is a mortuary word.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.