There was once a Hindu sage, who sat down on the banks of the Ganges and thought for seventy years about the millennium. Just as he arrived at the solution and was putting it into verse, a mosquito stung him and he forgot it again at once.

The most pleasant and useful persons are those who leave some of the problems of the universe for God to worry about.

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

Of middle age the best that can be said is that a middle-aged person has likely learned to have a little fun in spite of his troubles.

Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.

Publishing a volume of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

When you can't have anything else, you can have virtue.