Assign Yogi Berra to Cape Canaveral; he could handle any missile.

The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.

Revision is its own reward.

One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?

I'm troubled. I'm dissatisfied. I'm Irish.