I Suppose The Secret Of His Success

To Write A Poem Is Like Trying To Catch A Lizard Without Its Tail Falling Off.

Let Us Define 'man' As A Poet Perpetually Conspiring Against Himself.

All Artists Today Are Expected To Cultivate A Little Fashionable Unhappiness.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

Try And Travel With The Eyes Of The Spirit Wide Open, And Not Too Much Factual Information. To Tune In, Without Reverence, Idly -- But With Real Inward Attention. It Is To Be Had For The Feeling, That Mysterious Sense Of Rapport, Of Identity With The Ground. You Can Extract The Essence Of A Place Once You Know How. If You Just Get As Still As A Needle You'll Be There.