A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

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.

A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.

So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.