I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

I love reading another reader’s list of favorites. Even when I find I do not share their tastes or predilections, I am provoked to compare, contrast, and contradict. It is a most healthy exercise, and one altogether fruitful.

The very existence of libraries affords the best evidence that we may yet have hope for the future of man

With a poem you can say 'I got my feeling into words for myself. I now have the equivalent in words for that much of what I have felt.'

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-