We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born..

All my life I have been trying to learn to read, to see and hear, and to write..

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life..

You know being born is important to you. You know nothing else was ever so important to you..

Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters..

His books were part of him. Each year of his life, it seemed, his books became more and more a part of him. This room, thirty by twenty feet, and the….

Nothing happens... but first a dream..

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children..

The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather..

Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes..

History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a bo….

Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death..