“May my silences become more accurate.”

“Let others probe the mystery if they can. Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will- The right thing happens to the happy man. The bird flies out, the bird flies back again; The hill becomes the valley, and is still; Let others delve that mystery if they can. God bless the roots! -Body and soul are one The small become the great, the great the small; The right thing happens to the happy man. Child of the dark, he can out leap the sun, His being single, and that being all: The right thing happens to the happy man. Or he sits still, a solid figure when The self-destructive shake the common wall; Takes to himself what mystery he can, And, praising change as the slow night comes on, Wills what he would, surrendering his will Till mystery is no more: No more he can. The right thing happens to the happy man.”

“I may look like a beer salesman, but I'm a poet.”

“Over every mountain, there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley.”

“What we need are more people who specialize in the impossible.”

“I lose and find myself in the long water. I am gathered together once more. ”

“My father is a fish.”