Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.

Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

There never was a war that was not inward.

There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.

Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.