Style is that which indicates how the writer takes himself and what he is saying. It is the mind skating circles around itself as it moves forward.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

You can be a rank insider as well as a rank outsider.

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.

It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.

Talking is a hydrant in the yard and writing is a faucet upstairs in the house. Opening the first takes the pressure off the second.

You have freedom when you're easy in your harness.