Poetry has a way of teaching one what one needs to know ... if one is honest.

For poetry exists to break through to below the level of reason where the angels and monsters that the amenities keep in the cellar may come out to dance, to rove and roar, growling and singing, to bring life back to the enclosed rooms where too often we are only 'living and partly living.

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.

Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be.

when I am working I immediately feel hopeful.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

It is possible, I suppose, that we are returning to a Dark Age. What is frightening is that violence is not only represented by nations, but everywhere walks among us freely.