Everywhere we are told that our human resources are all to be used, that our civilization itself means the uses of everything it has - the inventions, the histories, every scrap of fact. But there is one kind of knowledge - infinitely precious, time-resistant more than monuments, here to be passed between the generations in any way it may be: never to be used. And that is poetry.

I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

A world is to be fought for, sung, and built: Love must imagine the world.

Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.

Try to live as if there were a God

The process of writing a poem represents work done on the self of the poet, in order to make form.

the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same.