What I write could only be called poetry because there is no other category to put it.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious.

Omissions are not accidents.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

At this age, all we need to do is to "WAIT" in our love life.Set your priorities, Endeavor your goals!

I was a narrative historian, believing more and more as I matured that the first function of the historian was to answer the child's question, "What happened next?

In U.S. elections, the term "October surprise" has come to mean an event in the closing weeks or days of a presidential campaign that could affect or even alter the outcome.

The cross is not the terrible end to an otherwise God-fearing and happy life, but it meets us at the beginning of our communion with Christ. When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.

I know nothing and perhaps I never will.

We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.

I don't know many artists who are happy with themselves all of the time.

The thing the Church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful.

I was more than just a moody artist.