There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

The only way out is to go through

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.

I write to find out what I didn't know I knew.

When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.

Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.

Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. . . . Read it a hundred times; it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose its sense of a meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.