Yes, he's got all them different kinds of thoroughbred blood in him, and he's got other kinds you ain't mentioned and that you ain't slick enough to see.

Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.

It wont be long now it wont be long man is making deserts of the earth it wont be long now before man will have used it up so that nothing but ants and centipedes and scorpions can find a living on it.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

The chief obstacle to the progress of the human race is the human race.

It has been my observation and experience, and that of my family, that nothing human works out well.

There was once a Hindu sage, who sat down on the banks of the Ganges and thought for seventy years about the millennium. Just as he arrived at the solution and was putting it into verse, a mosquito stung him and he forgot it again at once.