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.

In a lethal world, poetry is necessary for survival.

The imagination equips us to perceive reality when it is not fully materialized.

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.

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

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.