I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

If you don't know how great this country is, I know someone who does; Russia.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are.

We get twitted now and then on how we made this country. Well, we took the whole business, of course. It's not just that corner that we took from Mexico. When we got it all together, we got a very shapely country-the best continental cut in all the world, between the two oceans and in the right temperature zone.