We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.

Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.

An idea comes as near to something for nothing as you can get.

For, dear me, why abandon a belief, Merely because it ceases to be true, Cling to it long enough, and not a doubt, It will turn true again, for so it goes.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.