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.

What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.

Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

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.