The Heart That Gives, Gathers.

Poetry Is The Art Of Creating Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads.

Your Thorns Are The Best Part Of You.

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic, Is A Primal Necessity.

There Never Was A War That Was Not Inward; I Must Fight Till I Have Conquered In Myself What Causes War.