The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a short time, but it is then that he must strike it or never. School and college have been conducted with the almost express purpose of keeping him busy with something else till the danger of his ever creating anything is past.

Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

The best things and best people rise out of their separateness; I'm against a homogenized society because I want the cream to rise.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader. I know people who read without hearing the sentence sounds and they were the fastest readers. Eye readers we call them. They get the meaning by glances. But they are bad readers because they miss the best part of what a good writer puts into his work.