I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage!

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.

This and this and this.

I'm just not sure that I'm good enough for her. She's a top shelf drink, I'm a house poured shot.

I think being on a film set for such a long time made me a technical actor without realizing it.

In general, I'm always interested in characters who have kind of extreme aspects to them, who are in some ways larger than typical people.

In such diffused changes of culture two factors are necessary: contact and understanding.

No one ever died from an open mind.

Wit lies in the likeness of things that are different, and in the difference of things that are alike.

If you don't like what you're getting, then change what you're doing. It's up to you.

Good bones are important, so it is wise to go slowly and get your plan right before launching into a vital project.

Just as the self of the human being is the centerpoint of the plurality of manifestations of his life of soul, so is the ONE God, transcending the self, the centerpoint of the world.