The test is always how we treat the poor.

Something sinister in the tone Told me my secret must be known: Word I was in the house alone Somehow must have gotten abroad, Word I was in my life alone, Word I had no one left but God.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

I always entertain great hopes.

I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.