For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.
In poetry compromise is fatal. In action of any cooperative sort it is inevitable. The thing is to find the balance.
People are always talking about the joys of youth-but, oh, how youth can suffer!
At any moment solitude may put on the face of loneliness.
Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.
Death does frame a person and somehow it is the good that stays.