“It is the hardest thing to take chaos and make order of it. Poetry is a veil in front of a heart beating at a very fast pace.”

“Thinking of the sun makes
my heart beat faster — too fast!
What darkness!
From this night winter begins.”

“True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.”

“The line is a way of thinking in poetry, by poetry.. it paces the poem.”

“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.”

“The waiting is the hardest part.
Every day you see one more card.
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart.
The waiting is the hardest part.”

“But with unhurrying chase,
And unperturbéd pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat—and a Voice beat
More instant than the Feet—
"All things betray thee, who betrayest Me."”

“The moral beatings that people took from their children, I was thinking, were the hardest to endure and the hardest to escape.”

“The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning.”

“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”