One of the troubles of our times is that we are all, I think, precocious as personalities and backward as characters.

Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone.

Narcissus does not fall in love with his reflection because it is beautiful, but because it is his. If it were his beauty that enthralled him, he would be set free in a few years by its fading.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.

In a world of prayer, we are all equal in the sense that each of us is a unique person, with a unique perspective on the world, a member of a class of one.

It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.