My Body Was Braille For The Creeping

God Is A Foreman With Certain Definite Views Who Orders Life In Shifts Of Work And Leisure.

Hope Is Not Optimism, Which Expects Things To Turn Out Well, But Something Rooted In The Conviction That There Is Good Worth Working For.

The Next Move Is Always The Test.

I Have Always Thought Of Poems As Stepping Stones In One's Own Sense Of Oneself. Every Now And Again, You Write A Poem That Gives You Self-respect And Steadies Your Going A Little Bit Farther Out In The Stream. At The Same Time, You Have To Conjure The Next Stepping Stone Because The Stream, We Hope, Keeps Flowing.

Suspect Too Much Sweet Talk But Never Close Your Mind.