Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.

Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.

Poetry is a tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes.

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.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.