Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.

Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

The first thing I do in the morning is to make my bed and while I am making up my bed I am making up my mind as to what kind of a day I am going to have.

Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.