Work at first rescues us, then ravages us.

Intelligence in isolation turns to aimless marauding.

When love and adventure are finished, it's nice to have getting and spending to fall back on.

If you do not throw in a few promises of better things to come, gloomy one, I am going to take you back to the library.

Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.

In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

If you insist on asking me why I feel the way I do, I plan to take the Fifth Amendment.