A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I know no one worth my envying him.

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.

The purpose of poetry is to remind us / how difficult it is to remain just one person.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

Language is the only homeland.

It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

The death of a man is like the fall of a mighty nation That had valiant armies, captains, and prophets, And wealthy ports and ships all over the seas.