I wrote poems in my corner of the Brooks Street station. I sent them to two editors who rejected them right off. I read those letters of rejection years later and I agreed with those editors.

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

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

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

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

In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.