A body without bones would be a limp impossible mess, so a day without steady routine would be disruptive and chaotic.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

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

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.

One does not "find oneself" by pursuing one's self, but on the contrary by pursuing something else and learning through discipline or routine. . . who one is and wants to be.

Is it perhaps the one necessity of love, that it be needed? And the one great human tragedy that it so rarely is?

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