For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities.

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.

If you don't know where you want to go, then it doesn't matter which path you take.

My grandfather had a paint store. It's what put my mom through college. Small business is part of my family history.

You don’t choose a life, dad. You live one.

I mean what I say when i say it. After that, it's hard to say

There's nothing wrong or evil about having a bad day. There's everything wrong with making others have to have it with you.

Few moments are more pleasing than those in which the mind is concerting measures for a new undertaking.

That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

An organization which claims to speak for the needs of a community must speak in the tone of that community.

Cling tight to your sense of humour. You will need it every day.