The artist in me cries out for design.

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.

Two such as you with such a master speed Cannot be parted nor be swept away

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.

A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman.