Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone. When I'm alone I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

Like Magellan, let us find our islands To die in, far from home, from anywhere Familiar. Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.

I have trouble with some books because I'm so much in agreement with them I'd rather just sit in the grass myself.

One thing I do know is that poetry, to be understood, must be clear.

There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?

Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.