Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.
Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.
There is little much beyond the grave, but the strong are saying nothing until they see.
The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.