Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.

He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, she who does not find grace in herself, dies slowly.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

Love is not about property, diamonds and gifts. It is about sharing your very self with the world around you.

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

If each day falls inside each night, there exists a well where clarity is imprisoned. We need to sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up.

Conscience is like a pet: If you spoil it by too much attention it'll start yipping at the most inopportune times.

Don't be arrogant, Because there are a lot of people that still be better than you.

Some of the best lessons we ever learn are learned from past mistakes. The error of the past is the wisdom and success of the future.

God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us, as it were, off our guard.

Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head.

A man came up to me the other day and said he hadn't had a bite in weeks. So you know what I did? I walked by him like he didn't even exist.

I got really interested in the language used in blogs written by young girls - a young person's aggression, which is always lacking from the visual world.

Ballplayers who are first to the dining room are usually last in batting averages.

When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.