"You come too. My long scythe whispered and left the hay to make. It was no dream of the gift of idle hours, Or easy gold at the hand of king or queen Or anything but what one's hands can make."

"I am a writer of the people, for the people, and by the people."

"The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it strikes him that he has taken an immortal wound-that he will never get over it."

"Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me."

"I've never dared to be radical when young for fear it would make me conservative when old."