Poetry lies its way to the truth.

A man is what he does with his attention and mine is not for sale.

A good question is never answered. It is not a bolt to be tightened into place but a seed to be planted and to bear more seed toward the hope of greening the landscape of idea.

I have one head that wants to be good, And one that wants to be bad. And always, as soon as I get up, One of my heads is sad.

A university is what a college becomes when the faculty loses interest in the students.

Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal, with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.

Boys are the cash of war.