Both art and faith are dependent on imagination; both are ventures into the unknown.

We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.

The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

I believe every space and comma is a living part of the poem and has its function, just as every muscle and pore of the body has its function. And the way the lines are broken is a functioning part essential to the life of the poem.

Grief is a hole you walk around in the daytime and at night you fall into it.