Man that is of woman born is apt to be as vain has his mother.

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.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

Nothing gold can stay.

I am one who has been acquainted with the night

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.

Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.