In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

Slang is the language which takes off its coat, spits on its hands - and goes to work.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.

I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the crimson light of a rising sun fresh from the burning, creative hand of God. I see great days ahead, great days possible to men and women of will and vision.

To be a good loser is to learn how to win.

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Let the gentle bush dig its root deep and spread upward to split the boulder.

I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.

Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

It is good for society to have this introspection.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.