I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials.

One of the good elements of old age is that we no longer have to prove anything, to ourselves or to anyone else. We are what we are.

The more our bodies fail us, the more naked and more demanding is the spirit, the more open and loving we can become if we are not afraid of what we are and of what we feel. I am not a phoenix yet, but here among the ashes, it may be that the pain is chiefly that of new wings trying to push through.

making order out of disorder any time, anywhere, can be regarded as a sacrament.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

At some point I believe one has to stop holding back for fear of alienating some imaginary reader or real relative or friend, and come out with personal truth.

Fire is a good companion for the mind.