The self says, I am; The heart says, I am less; The spirit says, you are Nothing.

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

You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after being written, seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods.

What have I done, dear God, to deserve this perpetual feeling that I'm almost ready to begin something really new?

I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.

How terrible the need for God.

How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.