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A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

A bird half wakened in the lunar noon Sang halfway through its little inborn tune.

A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look

A champion of the workingman has never been known to die of overwork.

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

A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.

Affection is an overpowering craving to be compellingly sought.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer.

A liberal is a man too broadminded to take his own side in a quarrel.

All great things are done for their own sake.

All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

All those who try to go it sole alone, Too proud to be beholden for relief, Are absolutely sure to come to grief.

All thought is a feat of association; having what's in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn't know you knew

A man has got to keep his extrication. The important thing is not to get bogged down In what he has to do to earn a living.

Americans are like a rich father who wishes he knew how to give his son the hardships that made him rich.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

A name with meaning could bring up a child, Taking the child out of the parents' hands. Better a meaningless name, I should say, As leaving more to nature and happy chance. Name children some names and see what you do.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

And one of the three great things in the world is gossip, you know. First there's religion; and then there's science; and there's-and then there's friendly gossip. Those are the three-the three great things.

An idea comes as near to something for nothing as you can get.

An idea is a feat of association, and the height of it is a good metaphor.

An idea is a feat of association.

Ants are a curious race

Any eye is an evil eye That looks in on to a mood apart.

Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.

Any work of art must first of all tell a story.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. 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.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat

A poem may be worked over once it is in being, but may not be worried into being.

A poet must never make a statement simply because it sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true." - W. H. Auden "A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness...It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

As it is more blessed to receive, so it must be more blessed to receive than to give back.

As for his evil tidings, Belshazzar's overthrow, Why hurry to tell Belshazzar What soon enough he would know?

A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman.

At bottom the world isn't a joke. We only joke about it to avoid an issue with someone, to let someone know that we know he's there with his questions; to disarm him by seeming to have heard and done justice to his side of the standing argument.

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

A turning point in modern history.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence. Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out.

Before now poetry has taken notice Of wars, and what are wars but politics Transformed from chronic to acute and bloody?

Being the boss anywhere is lonely. Being a female boss in a world of mostly men is especially so.

Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.

Bounds should be set To ingenuity for being so cruel In bringing change unheralded on the unready.

But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.

But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one's going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware.