Poetry Is The Journal Of A Sea

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

You Know Being Born Is Important To You. You Know Nothing Else Was Ever So Important To You.

There Are Dreams Stronger Than Death. Men And Women Die Holding These Dreams.

His Books Were Part Of Him. Each Year Of His Life, It Seemed, His Books Became More And More A Part Of Him. This Room, Thirty By Twenty Feet, And The Walls Of Shelves Filled With Books, Had For Him The Murmuring Of Many Voices. In The Books Of Herodotus, Tacitus, Rabelais, Thomas Browne, John Milton, And Scores Of Others, He Had Found Men Of Face And Voice More Real To Him Than Many A Man He Had Met For A Smoke And A Talk.

An Expert Is A Damn Fool A Long Way From Home.