The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius.

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep.... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

gardening is a madness, a folly that does not go away with age. Quite the contrary.

Family life! The United Nations is child's play compared to the tugs and splits and need to understand and forgive in any family.

Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.

... the reason why there are so few first-class poets is that many people have intense feelings or first-class minds but to get the two together so that you will be willing to put a poem through sixty drafts, to be that self-critical, to keep breaking it down, that is what is rare. Right now most poetry is just self-indulgence.