A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

The sea is always the same: and yet the sea always changes.