The distance between the adolescent and the true adult is about five thousand miles, but the distance between the adult and the elder is almost as large.

To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.

Those of us who make up poems have agreed not to say what the pain is.

One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising.

Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.

Wherever there is water there is someone drowning.

If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.