Such a Big miracle in such a tiny baby. Big things often have small beginnings A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

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.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.

Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.