Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever's going. Not against: with.

I could define poetry this way: it is that which is lost out of both prose and verse in translation.

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.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.