A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.

Reading is the work of the alert mind, is demanding, and under ideal conditions produces finally a sort of ecstasy.

The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year - the days when summer is changing into autumn - the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.

There is simply a better chance of doing well if the writer holds a steady course, enters the stream of English quietly, and does not thrash about.

I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure.

When a man hangs from a tree it doesn't spell justice unless he helped write the law that hanged him.

We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.