In summer, the song sings itself.

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.

When you go through deep waters, I will be with you.

Most joyful let the Poet be it is through him that all men see.

Some men see things as they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask why not.

The KEY to disciplining ourselves in the area of obedience is always keeping in mind to whom we are being obedient.

Unlicensed hooch from a stranger in a parking lot. Good idea? Yes, of course it is.

People question me coming through the American frontier these days. They ask, "What's your occupation?" I say, "I'm just a simple gardener." And that is deeply seditious.

Silence is the true friend that never betrays.

Time cannot be spurred on like a horse.

For those orderly folks who have life all neatly arranged in their heads, who do more accepting than questioning, unschooling is a disturbing thing.

Bosom upon my counsel; You'll find it wholesome.