In A Glass of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I'd catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

In heaven we are all ghostwriters, if we write at all.

Heaven gives its glimpses only to those not in position to look too close.

You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.

Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.