Pleasured equally In seeking as in finding, Each detail minding, Old Walt went seeking And finding.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

I felt very bad in Washington. . . I didn't like my job, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I was cold and half-hungry, so I wrote a great many poems.

Through my grandmother's stories always life moved, moved heroically toward an end. Nobody ever cried in my grandmother's stories. They worked, or schemed, or fought. But no crying. When my grandmother died, I didn't cry, either. Something about my grandmother's stories (without her ever having said so) taught me the uselessness of crying about anything."

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.

Both of them were very good and kind - the one who went to church and the one who didn't. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.