He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.

The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

Nature is always hinting at us.

Any work of art must first of all tell a story.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

The mind-is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind- Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.