To stay in one place and watch the seasons come and go is tanatmount to constant travel: One is traveling with the earth.

Every life is punctuated by deaths and departures, and each one causes great suffering that it is better to endure rather than forgo the pleasure of having known the person who has passed away. Somehow our world rebuilds itself after every death, and in any case we know that none of us will last forever. So you might say that life and death lead us by the hand, firmly but tenderly.

For me, a poet is someone who is 'in contact.' Someone through whom a current is passing.

The world is big … May it please the One who perchance is to expand the human heart to life's full measure.

Any truth creates a scandal.

Since man, fragment of the universe, is governed by the same laws that preside over the heavens, it is by no means absurd to search there above for the themes of our lives, for those frigid sympathies that participate in our achievements as well as our blunderings.

Every hour has its immediate duty, its special injunction which dominates all others.