The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever from, One or Two Things

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.

And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.

I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Poetry is a life-cherishing force.

It is what I was born for - to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world - to instruct myself over and over.