I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like? We don't even know

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular, but because it never forgot what it could do.

When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person.

I do think that all of us think in poems.

If someday, in a morning, you see you, in a mirror or the dent of a spoon, and wonder Where is my soul and Where has it gone, remember this: Catch the gaze of a woman on the metro, subway, tram. Look at a man. Seek and you will find you in the silvered space, a flash between souls.

It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don't have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables around you and suddenly there will be a story to live in.