“Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.”

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”

“We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.”

“Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain. We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep. All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”

“We often sing lullabyes to our children that we ourselves may sleep.”

“We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us. Even while the earth sleeps we travel. We are the seeds of the tenacious plant, and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that we are given to the wind and are scattered.”

“If I were to choose between the power of writing a poem and the ecstasy of a poem unwritten, I would choose the ecstasy. It is better poetry.”