Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them

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.

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.Surely, while we live we are not lost.Oh Janos, Janos my brother!Surely we are not lost--while we live.

I am here not to let you fall alone, suffocate alone, quit life easy. I'll fight the fate for you and with you.

It's always great to discover a new star of tomorrow

The danger to America is not in the direction of the failure to maintain its economic position, but in the direction of the failure to maintain its ideals.

I don't capture moments, I capture ideas.

[There] is something fundamentally unpatriotic in the yearning to fundamentally transform your country.

He comes back with the script, and it's racist like a 1940's Newspaper.

I am attracting a new audience now, one that is more open and more spiritually inclined.

Faith creates the virtues in which it believes.

If you choose the sort of life which has no conventional pattern you have to try to make an art of it, or it is a mess.