Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas

Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.

Humor is when the joke's on you but hits the other fellow first -- before it boomerangs.