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

There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.

Democracy is the best chance for the best people.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true

Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?

Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows

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