The free man never thinks of escape.

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there

Poets will never be the highest-paid writers in the world. Instead, poetry will go on cutting a hand-made path through the mass-market insanity. For me, anyway, that path is the one that leads to the Chapel of the Grail.

Myths hook and bind the mind because at the same time they set the mind free: they explain the universe while allowing the universe to go on being unexplained; and we seem to need this even now, in our twentieth-century grandeur.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

Of course, people will laugh at you, but people laugh at a great many things so there is no need to take it personally.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.