Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.
There never was a war that was not inward.
... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.