Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.

Defeat is a fact and victory can be a fact. If the idea is good, it will survive defeat, it may even survive the victory.

I've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw was resentful when she was rescued because she'd found that there was a lot more work to do as the wife of a white man.

Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

A phrase may come to me as I am walking, and, once I write it down in my journal, the rest of the poem will unravel from that catalyst.

As for what you're calling hard luck - well, we made New England out of it. That and codfish.