The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars-on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, They have to take you in.

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's. He's more particular.

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

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

I never dared to be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old.

Pressed into service means pressed out of shape.