Faith is indispensable, and the world at times does not seem to have quite enough of it. It can and has accomplished what seems to be the impossible.….

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted..

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment..

An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me.".

Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer..

I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of ….

And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where m….

Drum on your drums, batter on your banjos, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen..

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come..

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts..

I'll die propped up in bed trying to do a poem about America..

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul..

The shovel is the brother to the gun..

Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts..

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it..

I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burn….

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering..

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building..

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough..

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget..

Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows..