Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance.

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.

The big art is our life.

We have to trust these feelings. We have to trust the invisible gauges we carry within us. We have to realize that a creative being lives within ourselves, whether we like it or not, and that we must get out of its way, for it will give us no peace until we do.

To have character is to be big enough to take life on.

In a lethal world, poetry is necessary for survival.

We must be steady enough in ourselves, to be open and to let the winds of life blow through us, to be our breath, our inspiration . . .