Style is the perfection of a point of view.

A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going where you haven't been invited?"

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now.

If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.

Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.