Nature is always hinting at us.
Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.
I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.