I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, But not to call me back or say good-bye.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

Men work together, whether they work together or apart.

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

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