He Can't Imagine The Result Of The

I Need About One Hundred Fifty Drafts Of A Poem To Get It Right, And Fifty More To Make It Sound Spontaneous.

Those That Are Huntedknow This As Their Life,their Reward: To Walkunder Such Trees In Full Knowledgeof What Is In Glory Above Them,and To Feel No Fear.

Find Out What You Do Best, And Then Don't Do It.

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.

To Live A Very Long Time... Is Supposed To Be The Desired Object Of All Human Life. But It Is Not. The Main Thing Is To Ride The Flood Tide... How Glorious It Is To Create! For Those Few Moments Of A Lifetime When The Stream Is Running Full And Deep: Those Are The Justification For Everything.