... to write well it is entirely necessary to read widely and deeply. Good poems are the best teachers.

I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck. He is sweeter than soap. He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace, which can't even bark.

There is only one question: / how to love this world.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.

I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.