The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler,long I stood And looked down one as far as I could;To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Understand that the right to choose your own path is a sacred privilege. Use it. Dwell in possibility.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

Poetry should be common in experience but uncommon in books.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.