Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

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

So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.

The impact of television on our culture is. . . indescribable. There's a certain sense in which it is nearly as important as the invention of printing.