“Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.”

“It takes two of us to discover truth: one to utter it and one to understand it.”

“I am forever walking upon these shores,Betwixt the sand and the foam,The high tide will erase my food prints,And the wind will blow away the foam,But the sea and the shore will remain forever.”

“If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?”

“A woman protested saying, "Of course it was a righteous war. My son fell in it.".”

“Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”