More men die of worry than of work, because more men worry than work.
If there is one thing in life that I have learned about life it is... it goes on.
The fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.
We can make a little order where we are, and then the big sweep of history on which we can have no effect doesn't overwhelm us. We do it with colors, with a garden, with the furnishings of a room, or with sounds and words. We make a little form, and we gain composure.
Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.