“Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.”

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.

The test is always how we treat the poor.

All the fun is in how you say a thing.

There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

The artist in me cries out for design.

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

Never cut what you can untie.

Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.

Something we were withholding made us weak, until we found it was ourselves.

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.

Restaurants make money off those suffering from hunger, and grief counselors make money off those who have suffered tragic loss.

Don’t engage your heart in grief over the past or you wont be ready for what is coming.

Grief does not change you, It reveals you.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

If you trade your authenticity for safety, you may experience the following: anxiety, depression, eating disorders, addiction, rage, blame, resentment, and inexplicable grief.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

Together, we will get this virus under control so that more Americans don’t have to share your grief.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.