I like to go back and read poems that I wrote fifty years ago, twenty years ago, and sometimes they surprise me - I didn't know I knew that then. Or maybe I didn't know it then, and I know more now.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

They who have health have hope; and they who have hope, have everything.

I don't trust any revolution where love is not allowed.

Nothing hurts more than realizing they meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to them.

We need to not be in denial about what we've done, what we've come through. It will help us if we all do that.

We love and lose in China, we weep on England's moors, and laugh and moan in Guinea, and thrive on Spanish shores. We seek success in Finland, are born and die in Maine. In minor ways we differ, in major we're the same.