Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

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.

My job is to know what other people do not know.

When you see a good move, look for a better one.

Better freedom and a chilly road than a warm hearth and servitude.

No happiness gives happiness until you share it with someone.

Disappointment often focuses on the failure of our own agenda rather than on God's long-term purposes for us, which may use stress and struggle as tools for strengthening our spiritual muscles.

You should be able to use your intellect and not to be dominated by your intellect.

Why you do something is always kind of a mystery to me.

I don't like to let my celebrity interfere with me living my life. I like to meet people, I like to talk to people.

Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it.

I'm proud of my triumphs. I've dreamed of being world champion, I've had some difficult times and they've made me value the good times.