How Slowly One Comes To Understand Anything!

Poems Like To Have A Destination For Their Flight. They Are Homing Pigeons.

People Who Are Always Thinking Of The Feelings Of Others Can Be Very Destructive Because They Are Hiding So Much From Themselves.

If Art Is Not To Be Life-enhancing, What Is It To Be?

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.

We Are Never Done With Thinking About Our Parents, I Suppose, And Come To Know Them Better Long After They Are Dead Than We Ever Did When They Were Alive.