“Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.”

Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever’s going. Not against: with.

The world is full of willing people, some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

Life must be kept up at a great rate in order to absorb any considerable amount of learning.

The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work.

To be a poet is a condition, not a profession.

In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.

By faithfully working eight hours a day you may eventually get to be boss and work twelve hours a day.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

For dear me, why abandon a belief Merely because it ceases to be true.

The only certain freedom’s in departure.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

If one by one we counted people out, for the least sin, it wouldn’t take us long to get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving.

Ice congeals in the stomach. Frost spiderwebs in the lungs.

The easiest time to be funny is during a fairly serious situation. That way, you can break the ice.

And while the ice was melting to form a flood in which I threatened to drown I awoke one afternoon to find that my first northern winter had set.

Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.

I like when the ice gets thin, the going gets rough, the guests get edgy.

Scientists with access to data from Navy submarines traversing underneath the North polar ice cap have warned that there is now a 75 percent chance that within five years the entire ice cap will completely disappear during the summer months.

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.