I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars—on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

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

Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.