It is the privilege of those who fear love to murder those who do not fear it!

I am not ready to die, / But I am learning to trust death / As I have trusted life.

... 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.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

I am not a greedy person except about flowers and plants, and then I become fanatically greedy.

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.

Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed