God, let me remember all good losers.

I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.

The fog comes on little cat feet.

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.