It is not possible, for a poet, writing in any language, to protect himself from the tragic elements in human life.... [ellipsis in source] Illness, old age, and death--subjects as ancient as humanity--these are the subjects that the poet must speak of very nearly from the first moment that he begins to speak.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.