The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.

The most affluent man is he that confronts all the shows he sees by equivalents out of the stronger wealth of himself.

O America! Because you build for mankind I build for you.

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

There's no doubt that I've deserved my enemies, but I don't think I've deserved my friends.