The critic leaves at curtain fall To find, in starting to review it, He scarcely saw the play at all For starting to review it.

I believe in dreams. People should have faith in the songs poets sing.

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do, In spider’s web a truth discerning, Attach one silken strand to you For my returning.

Salutations; it's just my fancy way of saying hello or good morning

Democracy is itself, a religious faith. For some it comes close to being the only formal religion they have.

Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.

The vision of milk and honey, it comes and goes. But the odor of cooking goes on forever.