In fact, eloquence in English will inevitably make use of the Latin element in our vocabulary.

Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.

I think it was lucky that during most of the work on the Odyssey I lived on Homer's sea in houses that were, in one case, shaken by the impact of the Mediterranean winter storms on the rocks below.

Is encouragement what the poet needs? Open question. Maybe he needs discouragement. In fact, quite a few of them need more discouragement, the most discouragement possible.

Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story

The invention of Bob Dylan with his guitar belongs in its way to the same kind of tradition of something meant to be heard, as the songs of Homer.

Yes, and there were changes of light on landscapes and changes of direction of the wind and the force of the wind and weather. That whole scene is too important in Homer to neglect.

The question is how to bring a work of imagination out of one language that was just as taken-for-granted by the persons who used it as our language is by ourselves. Nothing strange about it.

I think that everyone who took part has always been grateful for it.

Of course the other and more serious way in which it all happens is that one finds in poems and language some quality one appropriates for oneself and wishes to reproduce.

In a way you can feel that the poet actually is looking over your shoulder, and you say to yourself, now, how would this go for him? Would this do or not?

All my images are self-portraits, even when I'm not in them.

Not everything you meet twice is the truth. Not everything you hear twice is the fact, and not everything you ponder over and over can help you!

Natural fact is, I can't pay my taxes. Make me wanna holler and throw up on my hands.

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

Mind is the absence of meditation. The moment meditation arises in you, mind is found nowhere.

Ninety percent of what we create is not our best work.

Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'

When I was growing up, one or two girls were beautiful, but it was not an aspiration, right?

God allows us to feel pain for a reason: to protect us.

I would fly to Los Angeles just for a cheeseburger with pickles and extra tomatoes from In-N-Out.