It always comes back to the same necessity: go deep enough and there is a bedrock of truth, however hard.

I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope and is always thrilling.

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

... love is healing, even rootless love.

One could go on revising a prose page forever whereas there is a point in a poem when one knows it is done forever.

... if one does not have wild dreams of achievement, there is no spur even to get the dishes washed. One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

Though friendship is not quick to burn it is explosive stuff.