The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.

So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.

And therefore I have sailed the seas and comeTo the holy city of Byzantium.

If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call the "breaks." In order for a writer to succeed, I suggest three things -- read and write -- and wait.

I have a rendezvous with life.