[On her use of quotations:] When a thing has been said so well that it could not be said better, why paraphrase it? Hence my writing, is, if not a cabinet of fossils, a kind of collection of flies in amber.

You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

The heart that gives, gathers.

In a poem the words should be as pleasing to the ear as the meaning is to the mind.

he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.