Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.

I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.

To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.