Occupation: Writer Birth: January 6, 1878 Death: July 22, 1967
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard..
Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you..
Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work..
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars.
A liar goes in fine clothes, a liar goes in rags, a liar is a liar, clothes or no clothes..
Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen..
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall..
Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head..
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration..
Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence..
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud..
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance..
Now I am here - now read me - give me a name..
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor..
There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds..
Hog butcher for the world, Tool maker, stacker of wheat, Player with railroads and the nation's freight handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of big….
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe..
Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water..
I fell in love, not deep, but I fell several times and then fell out..
Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches..
Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it..