The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.

My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that have become deeds.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

Humor is the most engaging cowardice.