It is necessary ... for a man to go away by himself ... to sit on a rock ... and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.
Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.