A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.