A poem is no place for an idea.
A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.
Posterity is as likely to be wrong as anyone else.
There are no hopeless situations; There are only people who have grown hopeless about them.
He who joyfully marches in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would suffice.
I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there?s purpose and worth to each and every life.
Statistically the probability of any one of us being here is so small that you would think the mere possibility of existence would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise.