“Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.”

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.

Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.

It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.

Of all the calamities to which humanity is subject, none is so dreadful as insanity. … All experience shows that insanity seasonably treated is as certainly curable as a cold or a fever.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood – or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

Those who go forth ministering to the wants and necessities of their fellow beings experience a rich return, their souls being as a watered garden, and a spring that faileth not

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

Life after 50 or 60 is itself another country, as different as adolescence is from childhood, or as adulthood is from adolescence – and just as adventurous.

when pain has been intertwined with love and closeness, it’s very difficult to believe that love and closeness can be experienced without pain.