I'm probably so out of it at my age that I don't know what people think.

I was a late bloomer. But anyone who blooms at all, ever, is very lucky.

Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown.

Take your vitamins. Exercise. Just work to love yourself as much as you can - not more than the people around you but not so much less.

The older I get, the more I see the power of that young woman, my mother.

Writing or making anything-a poem, a bird feeder, a chocolate cake-has self-respect in it. You're working. You're trying. You're not lying down on the ground, having given up.

There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

I did not know him, I knew my idea of him.

The older I get, the more I feel.

I have learned to get pleasure from speaking of pain

I didn't have time to sit down and look at the work of a year and choose what to type.

The world is vicious, too huge to care about even its own survival

Please don't continually say I'm paranoid.Why?It makes me paranoid.

Not everyone was privileged to see another sunrise like you did, so before you start complaining remember that the breath of life isn't for sale.

Where our bread is concerned it is a material matter. Where our neighbor's bread is concerned it is a spiritual matter.

Sometimes a slow gradual approach does more good than a large gesture.

The soul has words as petals.

This search for happiness can knock us out of sync with God. As the life of Jesus makes clear, keeping in sync with God is about obedience. Any other pursuit will get in the way.

We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing of the whole.

If I have a Sunday free, I'll go up the coast and spend some time on the beach. I scuba dive and swim and sail. A lot of the things I like are around the water.

Trials make the promise sweet, Trials give new life to prayer; Trials bring me to His feet, Lay me low, and keep me there.