Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was, is, and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of individuality.

Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?

All in green went my love riding

For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined,therefore limitless) love's to giving as to keeping's give; as yes is to if,love is to yes

guilt is the cause of more marauders than history's most obscene disauders