Solitude is the salt of personhood. It brings out the authentic flavor of every experience.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.

Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

When one's not writing poems - and I'm not at the moment - you wonder how you ever did it. It's like another country you can't reach.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering?