The only way out is through.

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

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

What is this talked-of mystery of birth. But being mounted bareback on the earth?

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.