“You’ve got to love what’s loveable and hate what’s hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.”

I always entertain great hopes.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can’t move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

Nothing can make injustice just but mercy.

Many lovers have been divorced By having what is free enforced.

Hope is not found in a way out but a way through.

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

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

Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one’s definition of your life; define yourself.

We dance around in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.

If you’re looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday but never remembers her age.

There are tones of voices that mean more than words.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.

Brains first and then Hard Work.

Don’t try to make intelligent decisions when your brain is hyped.

You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you’ll have no sense of self anymore, no memory. There’s no chance at all of recovery. You’ll just exist as an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever, lost.  

It’s a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.

Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools that don’t have brains enough to be honest.

I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.

Sometimes a little brain damage can help.