If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.