Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

We love the things we love for what they are.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.