A poem is a small machine made of words.

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic.

The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.

There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.

Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.

Regrets, Blacksmith, make poor currency. You can't but back with them what you most desire.

We as a country have to do some soul-searching.

Weakness and corruption isn't in the world," Clary snapped. "It's in people. And it always will be. The world just needs good people to balance it out. And you're planning to kill them all.

You can teach someone who cares to write columns, but you can’t teach someone who writes columns to care.

You're working on being a father, so that is something that when you experience it you'll understand the profundity of wanting to protect something dear to you.

Cleanliness may be defined to be the emblem of purity of mind.

Why can't Pluto be a planet? Some people like Pluto. And if it doesn't exist then they don't have a favorite planet. Right? Please write back but not in cursive because I can't read cursive.

I asked him "Who said you could fool around with my wife" he said everybody.

For years, I thought I simply didn't dream. I felt left out. Everybody else had a thing I didn't have.

What is a logical mind?... It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified.