I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of tie.

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.

All we need to begin with is a #‎ dream that we can do better than before. All we need to have is faith, and that dream will come true. All we need to do is act, and the time for action is now.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

Beware of advice-even this.

Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.