Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspectthey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

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

I believe in teaching, but I don’t believe in going to school.

The best way for a person to have happy thoughts is to count his blessings and not his cash. Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

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

Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation Then, in your exuberance and bounding energy you say you're going to add to that. Then you add rhyme and meter. And your delight is in that power.