Nature's first green is gold.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

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

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.

We love the things we love for what they are.