I have often been asked, Do not people bore you? I do not understand quite what that means. I suppose the calls of the stupid and curious, especially of newspaper reporters, are always inopportune. I also dislike people who try to talk down to my understanding. They are like people who when walking with you try to shorten their steps to suit yours; the hypocrisy in both cases is equally exasperating.

The few who profit from the labor of the masses want to organize the workers into an army which will protect the interests of the capitalists.

Poetry is the gate through which I enter the land of enchantment. Once inside the flaming wall, my limitations fall from me, and my spirit is free.

We still have it in our power to rise above the fears, imagined and real, and to shoulder the great burdens which destiny has placed upon us, not for our country alone, but for the benefit of all the world. That is the only destiny worthy of America.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

When we do the best we can, we never know what miracles await.

Until the great mass of the people shall be filled with the sense of responsibility for each other's welfare, social justice can never be attained.