Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness

If there were no poetry on any day in the world, poetry would be invented that day. For there would be an intolerable hunger.

Dreams are the sources of action, the meeting and the end, a resting place among the flight of things.

Those who speak of our culture as dead or dying have a quarrel with life, and I think they cannot understand its terms, but must endlessly repeat the projection of their own desires.

The journey is my home.

I remember mother saying : Inventors are like poets, a trashy lot

Whatever can happen to anyone can happen to me.