Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

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

The squeaky wheel gets the grease but the quacking duck gets shot.

Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.