Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.

Try making a poem as if it were a table, clear and solid, standing there outside you.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.

I think that passion if really intense is always destructive if not to the two involved, always to other people.

Being very rich as far as I am concerned is having a margin. The margin is being able to give.

One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.