Don't call yourself a secret unless you mean to keep it.

In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance.

Now, I don't want to give you the impression that I'm a great musicologist, but I'm a lot better than what I was described as for a long, long time; you know, people said I only knew three chords when I knew five.

I can work on a verse for a very long time before realising it's not any good and then, and only then, can I discard it.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

At the very center of our culture is a crucified man, a tortured man hanging on a cross of wood. You have an image of violence at the very center of our spiritual investigation.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.