Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.

The footpath down to the well is healed.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

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.

Nature's first green is gold.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.