I don't believe in angels but the moon is now dead for me. The last glass of wine is gone before the thirst I'm suffering from. The blue grass lost its way running away from your sails.

I believe the world is beautiful, and poetry, like bread, is for everyone.

My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all.

You can judge the moral bearing of a political system, a political institution, a political man by the degree of danger they attach to the fact of being observed through the eyes of a satiric poet.

The rose blinds the sharpshooting champions.

Is there any knowledge that refreshes the soul, renew the spirit, and restored the body like the study of the Holy Scriptures?

Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid.

All I needed was a steady table and a typewriter...a marble-topped bedroom washstand table made a good place; the dining-room table between meals was also suitable.

Money was the crux. Raising money to pay the cost of war was to cause more damage to 14th century society than the physical destruction of war itself.

Start with the soul and end with the sale. Not the other way around.

Everyday I meet folks who show me how to look at challenges differently.

I am a little old fashioned. I believe that in a relationship a man and a woman are never equal.

I grew up in Minnesota.

Every time you get the world by the tail, she thought, you gotta remember there's teeth on the other end.