Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart..

O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the….

How are we to write The Russian novel in America As long as life goes so unterribly?.

Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unho….

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, Th….

The old dog barks backward without getting up I can remember when he was a pup..

Tolerance is the uncomfortable feeling that in the end the other could be right..

There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail..

You've got to love what's lovable, and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference..

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work..

A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth..

You're searching... For things that don't exist; I mean beginnings. Ends and beginnings - there are no such things. There are only middles..

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader..

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day..

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two ….

A man has got to keep his extrication. The important thing is not to get bogged down In what he has to do to earn a living..

I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been..

The test is always how we treat the poor..

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief..

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springin….

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering..