A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

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.

Go through the proper motions each day and you'll soon begin to feel the corresponding emotions!

My first book really did change my life. It allowed me to fully express myself. There was a sense that I was worth something as an artist.

I don't know how many serious Christians exist here in America, but the Japanese, the younger generation is leaving the Buddhist religion mentality behind.

I was minding my own buisness long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits.

I'm very pro presenting the best music I can to the widest audience possible.

There is no sorrow like the memory of love and the knowledge that it is gone forever.

Cats sleep in a state of total abandon, and I find that state very interesting in people as well.

Flexibility is one of the main roads leading to happiness.

Faith is not for overcoming obstacles; it is for experiencing them—all the way through!

To love our success more than God and our neighbor hardens the heart, making us less able to feel and to sense.