His words span rivers and mountains, but his thoughts are still only six inches long.

Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.

There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.

A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.

Old age is a special problem for me because I've never been able to shed the mental image I have of myself - a lad of about 19.

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

A schoolchild should be taught grammar—for the same reason that a medical student should study anatomy.