The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.

Ever since then I have believed that God is not only a gentleman and a sport; he is a Kentuckian too.

A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn.

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.

It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.

We must just stay awake and see evil done for a little while it's not always.

That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today