The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Dedication is not what others expect of you, it is what you can give to others.

The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly... not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar.

We create our fate every day . . . most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.

I believe in saying the truth, coming out with it cold, shocking if necessary, not disguising it.

I don't think we should read for instruction but to give our souls a chance to luxuriate.

At the bottom of every frozen heart there is a drop or two of love―just enough to feed the birds.