Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
One of the hardest things in life to accept is a called third strike.
Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation
Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.