To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

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

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

The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.

Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.