The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

You're always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

Nothing gold can stay.

If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.