Keats mourned that the rainbow, which as a boy had been for him a magic thing, had lost its glory because the physicists had found it resulted merely from the refraction of the sunlight by the raindrops. Yet knowledge of its causation could not spoil the rainbow for me. I am sure that it is not given to man to be omniscient. There will always be something left to know, something to excite the imagination of the poet and those attuned to the great world in which they live (p. 64)

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

People who read me seem to be divided into four groups: twenty-five percent like me for the right reasons; twenty-five percent like me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the wrong reasons; twenty-five percent hate me for the right reasons. It's that last twenty-five percent that worries me.

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

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.

Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.