For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

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

The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic.

The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.

There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.

Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.

When was the last time you woke up and realized that today could be the best day of your life?

Lack of commitment — is the main reason for failure among Christian leaders

.....I don't think infinity is a limit.

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.

The present is great with the future

We compound our suffering by victimizing each other.

It's boredom. No other reason than that.

It takes your mind off things when there's a cat in your lip and he's purring while you're petting him.

...a miracles is a reasonable thing to ask for.

With the most interesting directors, the cast comes together to make something magical that nobody counted on.