As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

The difference between being an elder statesman And posing successfully as an elder statesman Is practically negligible.

We shall not cease from exploration

If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.