For since most of our living is unconscious, play is like matchstrokes in the void, bringing into light the structures we behave by, illuminating for us, however briefly, our deep meanings.

In a lethal world, poetry is necessary for survival.

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.

Who are enemies? Those who oppose each others will.

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

All the arts we practice are apprenticeship. The big art is our life.

It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.