The best way out is always through..

I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest..

What makes a nation in the beginning is a good piece of geography..

Unless I'm wrong I but obey The urge of a song: I'm-bound-away! And I may return If dissatisfied With what I learn From having died..

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate..

The poet, as everyone knows, must strike his individual note sometime between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five. He may hold it a long time, or a s….

It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture..

My goal in life is to unite my avocation with my vocation, As my two eyes make one in sight..

I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow..

Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is so….

A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity..

Always fall in with what you're asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with wh….

Let cloud shapes swarm, / Let chaos storm, / I wait for form..

The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose..

You know how cunningly mankind is planned: We have one loving and one hating hand. The loving's made to hold each other like, While with the hating o….

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night..

O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the l….

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?.

Yes, of course [this age] is materialistic, but the only way to counteract it is to create spiritual things. Don't worry yourself about the materiali….

I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another languag….

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze..