We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.

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

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big shoulders.