A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
Evolution is like walking on a rolling barrel. The walker isn't so much interested in where the barrel is going as he is in keeping on top of it.
Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.
Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.
That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.
States strong enough to do good are but few.Their number would seem limited to three.
A man has got to keep his extrication.The important thing is not to get bogged downIn what he has to do to earn a living....
If the writer does not cry, the reader does not cry.
Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.
What an exciting age it is we live inWith all this talk about the hope of youthAnd nothing made of youth.
Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
When I was young my teachers were the old.I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I fail to see what fun, what satisfaction / A God can find in laughing at how badly / Men fumble at the possibilities...
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.
Summoning artists to participate In the august occasions of the state Seems something artists ought to celebrate. Today is for my cause a day of days.
Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation
Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows
The brain is a wonderful organ; it starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.
Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died.
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.
It comes down to a doubt about the wisdomOf having children after having had them,So there is nothing we can do about itBut warn the children they perhaps should have none.
Men work together, whether they work together or apart.
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thin
Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference
Love has earth to which she clings....
I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.