Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.