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

What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.

Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches.

Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.

I remember the Chillicothe ballplayers grappling the Long Island ball players in a sixteen-inning game ended by darkness. And the shoulders of the Chillicothe players were a red smoke against the sundown and the shoulders of the Rock Island players were a yellow smoke against the sundown. And the umpire's voice was hoarse calling balls and strikes and outs and the umpire's throat fought in the dust for a song.