For we know when a nation goes down and never comes back, when a society or a civilization perishes, one condition may always be found. They forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what brought them along.

Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.

I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.

The shovel is the brother to the gun.

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

Look out how you use proud words. When you let proud words go, it is not easy to call them back. They wear long boots, hard boots; they walk off proud; they can't hear you calling. Look out how you use proud words.

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this.