What else have I done nearly all my life than go hungry and go on singing?

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.

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

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom to carry the nation through to a fresh start with ever-renewing vitality.

Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.