Each man has his own batch of poems.

The dream of man's heart ... is that life may complete in significant pattern.

Also, he was smoking a cigar, and when a man is smoking a cigar, wearing a hat, he has an advantage; it is harder to find out how he feels.

You have to fight for your life. That's the chief condition on which you hold it.

The flesh would shrink and go, the blood would dry, but no one believes in his mind of minds or heart of hearts that the pictures do stop.

Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.

We are funny creatures. We don't see the stars as they are, so why do we love them? They are not small gold objects, but endless fire.