dogma and shrinking from the external world are at one limit of the range of belief. At the other are science and poetry and, indeed, reality.

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness

What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.

The universe of poetry is the universe of emotional truth. Our material is in the way we feel and the way we remember.

If we look long enough and hard enough ... we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.