The test is always how we treat the poor.
I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.
Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.
He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.