Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away / You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it.

Butterflies...flowers that fly and all but sing.

Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

Nothing flatters me more than to have it assumed that I could write prose, unless it be to have it assumed that I once pitched a baseball with distinction.