How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some single herb or tree.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.

And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.

I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.

I am as sure as I live that nothing is so near to me as God. God is nearer to me than I am to myself

A woman's love for a man is half animal passion and half hate. The more a woman loves a man, the more she hates him.

Dreams appear as seeds that when planted, must become a forest reserve.

Positive thoughts (expectations) can change perspective, transform behaviors, and attract good fortune.

I see the shape of the poem before I start writing, and the writing is just the process of arriving at the shape.

The primordial purity of the ground completely transcends words, concepts, and formulations.

The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point.

I do interviews because it's a chance to be myself. I sometimes wonder what I could have to say that would be of any interest. I don't have any great wisdom

Ambiguity is something that I really respond to. I like the complexity of it.

When you're younger - duh - you don't really have the tools to deal with certain things in your life.