In poetry you can leave out everything but the truth.

This path, this road that is one perfect straight line even if it goes around the world through heat and fog and rain and snow and it's my life I keep thinking. It's my life.

My children's faces are private candles i sometimes worship at.

The longing to be holy makes us weep, and we trust tears since they are made of water and come from our body, a double blessing.

A smile is a curve that sets everything straight.

Wisdom is always an overmatch for strength.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can't be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.

Being born in Kansas City, Missouri and raised in the very rural parts of Kansas led me to believe that everything was simple, everything made sense and that anything was possible.

I notice inspiration when it comes by. I don't sit down at my desk and try to write.

You can have my credit card, baby, but keep your red hot fingers off of my heart, lady.

I'm not supposed to know anything about foreign policy. Just thought I'd throw that out.

Have the utmost respect for your subjects. Love them.

So, then, let us pursue the things making for peace and the things that are upbuilding to one another.