Wherever that man went, he went gratefully.

Hope is not optimism, which expects things to turn out well, but something rooted in the conviction that there is good worth working for.

Believe that a further shore is reachable from here.

Even if the hopes you started out with are dashed, hope has to be maintained.

Anyone with gumption and a sharp mind will take the measure of two things: what's said and what's done.

I can't think of a case where poems changed the world, but what they do is they change people's understanding of what's going on in the world.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave, But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up, And hope and history rhyme

Poetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.

All I know is a door into the dark

I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.

I think I’ll feel out of place wherever I go on earth, forever. But that’s fine. I have to make my peace with that.

Without consciousness, space and time are nothing.

Pioneering don't pay.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?

You can measure your power in your ability to stop thought. The longer you can stop thought, the more powerful you are.

I look at what I have as a challenge and I could list a whole bunch of different challenges. And I choose not to be daunted by any of them.

In the long run, it is better to understand the way the world really is rather than how we would like it to be.

How can we prevent this telescoping of cultures and styles from ending up in kitsch eclecticism, a cool hellenism excluding all critical judgment?

It is much easier to find fault with others, than to be faultless ourselves.