The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.

Gather The Stars If You Wish It So Gather The Songs And Keep Them. Gather The Faces Of Women. Gather For Keeping Years And Years. And Then... Loosen Your Hands, Let Go And Say Good-bye. Let The Stars And Songs Go. Let The Faces And Years Go. Loosen Your Hands And Say Good-bye.

Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A Sea Creature Who Lives On Land And Wishes He Could Fly.

Poetry Is The Silence And Speech Between A Wet Struggling Root Of A Flower And A Sunlit Blossom Of That Flower.