Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

Corn wind in the fall, come off the black lands, come off the whisper of the silk hangers, the lap of the flat spear leaves.

Be careful with your words, once they are said, they can only be forgiven, not forgotten.

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.