We're either nothing or a God's regret.

I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

One age is like another for the soul.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

Ants are a curious race

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us.