There’s a level at which words are spirit and paper is skin. That’s the fascination of archives. There’s still a bodily trace.

If history is a record of survivors, Poetry shelters other voices.

A poem is an invocation, rebellious return to the blessedness of beginning again, wandering free in pure process of forgetting and finding.

Soundwaves. It’s the difference between one stillness and another stillness.

I often think of the space of a page as a stage, with words, letters, syllable characters moving across.

Whose order is shut inside the structure of a sentence?

Every time you give your word, you’re putting your honor on the line.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

Nothing enables people to do evil as much as does a sense of victimhood

The inspirations of today are the shams of tomorrow the purpose has departed.

We are all a sort of chameleons, that still take a tincture from things near us: nor is it to be wondered at in children, who better understand what they see, than what they hear.

I don't have a lot of discipline.

Guarantees are for major appliances, not for murder.

Beer may cause you to digress - and lead a happier life.

... no problem except old age ever vanquished my mother.