I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

Poets yearn, of course, to be published, read, and understood, but they do little, if anything, to set themselves above the common herd and the daily grind.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

We're extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.

I started earning a living as a poet rather early on.

Poorly prepared for the dignity of life, I barely keep up with the pace of the action imposed. Reality demands.

I'd have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second's enough for them to start being something else.