The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.

I regret less the road not taken than my all-fired hurry along the road I took.

I have never considered it my business to disabuse someone of a belief that makes life tolerable for them.

Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?

As a general guideline, never marry anyone that you can't picture helping you go to the bathroom.

Our destiny hides among our free choices, disguised as the free-est of all.

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.