“Love makes us infamous when love is coldly true”

“Still, I love a crowd of us.”

“I have caught sight of my true friend rounding the hillside in his cloak of rain”

“The sea has left us but the sun remains”

“each of the best minds ends by making fairy tales”

“God is the sound when there is none.”

“As it turns out, craft is to poetry what invention is to imagination--not antithetical, but needless. The eye does not invent the light; there's no need. The mind makes no materials; it doesn't have to. Imagination is the present state of things, and poems rejoice--in particular, in detail--that this is so. Again, the only work is trust, a trust rewarded by ease and by betterment.”