In a lethal world, poetry is necessary for survival.

Our works and our play. All our pleasures experienced as the pleasure of love. What could be better that? To feel in one's work the tender and flushed substance of one's dearest concern.

Bear ye one another's burdens, the Lord said, and he was talking law.

There is a creative spirit in you desiring to be free, and you may as well get out of its way for it will give you no peace until you do.

Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

It is for each of us freely to choose whom we shall serve, and find in that obedience our freedom.

From the seed grows a root, then a sprout; from the sprout, the seedling leaves; from the leaves, the stem; around the stem, the branches; at the top, the flower. . . We cannot say that the seed causes the growth, nor that the soil does. We can say that the potentialities for growth lie within the seed, in mysterious life forces, which, when properly fostered, take on certain forms.