Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

There is no song to your singing.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.