Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.

All we need to begin with is a #‎ dream that we can do better than before. All we need to have is faith, and that dream will come true. All we need to do is act, and the time for action is now.

Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.