A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.

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.

What we live by we die by.

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.