The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.

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.

There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.

The marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading "Keep Off.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.