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.

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.

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

Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.

A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.

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.