You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.

We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.

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

So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.

The poet must not only write the poem but must scrutinize the world intensely, or anyway that part of the world he or she has taken for subject. If the poem is thin, it is likely so not because the poet does not know enough words, but because he or she has not stood long enough among the flowers--has not seen them in any fresh, exciting, and valid way.

We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.