The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss

An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

I will not take "but" for an answer.