There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.

Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.