“This is another day! Are its eyes blurred with maudlin grief for any wasted past? A thousand thousand failures shall not daunt! Let dust clasp dust death death I am alive!”

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

“An idea isn't responsible for the people who believe in it.”

“it wont be long now it wont be longman is making deserts of the earthit wont be long nowbefore man will have used it upso that nothing but antsand centipedes and scorpionscan find a living on it....what man calls civilizationalways results in deserts....men talk of money and industryof hard times and recoveriesof finance and economicsbut the ants wait and the scorpions waitfor while men talk they are making deserts all the timegetting the world ready for the conquering antdrought and erosion and desertbecause men cannot learn....it wont be long now it wont be longtill earth is barren as the moonand sapless as a mumbled bone”

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

“Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.”

“Writing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.”

“There is nothing so habit-forming as money.”

“Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.”

“Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.”

“A pessimist is a person who has had to listen to too many optimists.”