If a poet knows more about a horse than he does about heaven, he might better stick to the horse, and some day the horse may carry him into heaven.

I'll stick with Doc Bear. He knows what he's doing.

Birds are the eyes of Heaven.

He'll run in Jeremy's name. He knows the horse and he knows his way around there. He's familiar with the surroundings. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.

They came to Cody and said that they would like to sell the horse,