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

Writing poetry is a process of discovery...you can smell the poem before you see it....Like some animal.

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

But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

It is fatal to one's artistic life to talk about something that is in process.

Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise.