The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... In a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

By working faithfully eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Education is hanging around until you've caught on.