The only way around is through.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

I don't like to see things on purpose. I like them to soak in. A friend . . . asked me to go to the top of the Empire State Building once, and I told him that he shouldn't treat New York as a sight-it's feeling, an emotional experience. And the same with every place else.

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

Education doesn't change life much. It just lifts trouble to a higher plane of regard.