Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.

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.

Most of the people that doubt other people's dreams do so because they don't even believe in their own dreams.

Every man's dream is to be able to sink into the arms of a woman without also falling into her hands.

Life is a wondrous phenomenon.

I feel that we are currently living in a world that is similar to late '50s, early '60s kind of world.

When you name yourself, you always name another.

The more closely we see ourselves being watched by our enemies, the more time intent we should be to avoid their slanders.

It's not the circumstances that determine who you're gonna be but how you deal with these problems and pains that come your way.

You go ahead, stand still, or go backwards in life. Your objective should be to go ahead.

God, the king of artists, was clumsy.

To claim that theft or adultery or lying are "evil" simply reflects our degraded idea of good-—that it has something to do with respect for property, respectability, and sincerity.