To conquer a piece of earth and make it as beautiful as one can dream of it being: That is art, too. A man cannot be separated from the earth. I come out of the garden every day feeling, oh, inspired in a way that one needs in order to convert the daily-ness of the life into something greater than that little life itself.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.

I refuse to turn to theology to justify the life or redeem it. There is a question always of the connection to the eternal. I say to myself above all, keep alive your conviction that there are sacred elements in the life in the practice of the life that must be respected. But the conviction in the existence of the sacred does not necessarily imply that you need to believe in a creator, because we are the ones that made the sacred.

A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him.

The ear writes my poems, not the mind.

Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.