You're terrific as far as I am concerned.
After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
I am always humbled by the infite ingenuity of the Lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
A man who publishes his letters becomes a nudist - nothing shields him from the world's gaze except his bare skin. A writer, writing away, can always fix things up to make himself more presentable, but a man who has written a letter is stuck with it for all time.