A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Nobody was ever meant to remember or invent what he did with every cent.
Education is hanging around until you've caught on.
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.
It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
A poem begins with a lump in the throat a homesickness or alovesickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
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.