A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

Nothing gold can stay.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

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.