If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.

There is another world, but it is in this one.

Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.

The Irishman sustains himself during brief periods of joy by the knowledge that tragedy is just around the corner.

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

One man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

It isn't a secret, unless keeping it hurts.

Here was one more difficulty for him to meet and conquer.

My Alma mater is the Chicago Public Library.

I just write all the time! I'm always working. I usually work on several books at once.

I care not where I go, or how I live, or what I endure so that I may save souls. When I sleep I dream of them; when I awake they are first in my thoughts.

I was born black, I attended all Negro schools including college, I grew up in the segregated South during Jim Crow. If anybody knows a racist, I do. Pat Buchanan ain't no racist.

We are much beholden to Machiavel and others, that write what men do, and not what they ought to do.

I'm looking forward to a future where there are roles of greater vulnerability and humor involved.

I've got a Championship game to play and I'm excited about the opportunity of my damn strong football team to play in it.

How do you stop somebody from growing?