To be a good loser is to learn how to win.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

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.

If [America] forgets where she came from, if the people lose sight of what brought them along, if she listens to the deniers and mockers, then will begin the rot and dissolution.

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.