All lovers live by longing, and endure: Summon a vision and declare it pure.

What we need is more people who specialize in the impossible.

Over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.

Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

O Lord, may I never want to look good. O Jesus, may I always read it all: out loud and the very way it should be. May I never look at the other findings until I have come to my own true conclusions: May I care for the least of the young: and become aware of the one poem that each may have written; may I be aware of what each thing is, delighted with form, and wary of the false comparison; may I never use the word "brilliant."