Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.

When I am alone I am happy.

Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

A poem is a small machine made of words. . .Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.

By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them