I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. ... I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear.

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

You must have some money if you are going to live simply. It need not be much, but you must have some.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

A man may forgive many wrongs, but he cannot easily forgive anyone who makes it plain that his conversation is tedious.

Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.