Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Nothing is quite honest that is not commercial, but not everything commercial is honest.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~ And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.