Money was their God; work their religion.

It really seems as if failure and hardship make more of a human being of folks than success.

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?

I don't so much mind the falling, but I do seem to select the hardest spots to light on.

Being dead was one thing, getting ready for a wedding another.

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

My publishers will make any kind of a beautiful book I design and send in to them, but ... For poetry they have less use than a rooster would have for skates.