I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.

If you remember only one thing I've said, remember that an idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor. If you have never made a good metaphor, then you don't know what it's all about.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

There's nothing I'm afraid of like scared people.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.