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

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.

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

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America.