It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.

For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

For some things there are no wrong seasons. Which is what I dream of for me.

Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine?

The challenge is to keep up with all the new poets at the same time I love the old ones.

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.

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.