In time of crisis, we summon up our strength. Then, if we are lucky, we are able to call every resource, every forgotten image that can leap to our quickening, every memory that can make us know our power. And this luck is more than it seems to be: it depends on the long preparation of the self to be used.

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

One writes in order to feel.

A work of art is one through which the consciousness of the artist is able to give its emotions to anyone who is prepared to receive them.

The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.

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

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